The Big Bad Wolf

5

"Ready to make you decision sweetheart? Mmm, I can almost taste you now." Mason said as he walked down the basement steps. Astrid had been loving with the dead bodies. Two weeks, no shower, no bed, no heat or air conditioning, no blanket. If she was still human, she would have been dead. Her chronic illness would have made her heart go into a frenzy, she wouldn't have been able to sweat, and her kidneys would have shut down. She would have had died of anaphylaxis, allergic reaction, before any of the other. She was given bread and water to survive. When she was human she was allergic to basically all food, unless it was animal, or dairy. She already ate rare steak, undercooked burgers, and loved every tasty bite. Lucy had told her when they escape they will go hunt, as a wolf. She was envisioning taking down a dear and having venison to eat. If she could find flint she could make a knife, and even fillet the deer, give Lucy a taste of Astrid's cooking. Mason's booming voice pulled her out of her daydreams, that will soon be a reality.

"Where the hell is your collar!?" Mason boomed. "You said I could take it off, if I agreed." She put on her best seductress voice. She was good at giving men a taste and walking away. She live modeled for years, not stripping, but using her sexual wiles to seduce a man into buying the items she was promoting for a company. Mason gave her a confused face. "I told you I would take it off." He growled. She shrugged innocently, swaying her hips, while she walked towards him, making a pouty face, peaking up through her lashes at him. Mason licked his lips, and his eyes darkened in lust. She reached him and slid her hands up his chest, pressing her own into his. "You want to make me writhe underneath you, but want if I want to make you do the same?" She asked sweetly and innocently. She batted her eyes at him. She knew she looked a mess, and smelled horrendous, but she also knew he wouldn't care, if he thought he would get some. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "What is it you want to do to me?" His voice was husky with his own lust. She want to scoff at him. Like she would ever lower herself to be with him. Lucy rolled her eyes at this gullible wolf. Astrid reached inside her shirt sleeve from behind his head, and pulled out the wolfsbane collar. "This!" Her voice laced with venom as she clamped the collar on him. Her hand flew over his mouth to keep him from alerting the others. His eyes went wide, and she knew he was now, a mere human.

She kneed him in the gut, then to the nose. He recovered quicker than her or Lucy expected. He sent one punch to her face, and she was unconscious. She awoke to find herself naked, and sore. She had been beaten and used. "Finally awake? I'm sure you feel all of our handiwork. You were to just be for me, but after that little stunt, I let everyone have a go." Mason smirked, and she knew what he meant. All the men in the house had used her. Lucy whimpered, but then saw red. She wanted blood for these disgrace for wolves for doing this to her human. Astrid felt ashamed. She apologized to Lucy for being stuck with a weak human as herself. She couldn't even complete one task, she failed. Now they had been used by all of them, and she felt her past traumas returning in her mind. Her PTSD hadn't given her a single issue since she turned, now it was returning with vengeance. Her mind replaying every event that she had been put through in her life. All the times she would give in, because it was better than being hit or suffocated. She gave in because sleep was precious, and if she gave in, she would be allowed to sleep. When she didn't leave because he loaded the gun. When she didn't leave even after he pinned her to the door by her neck, because he apologized. She tried all of her skills to make them go away, but she could smell the lust and arousal from the men. It reminded her of her head being forced down on a guy. She couldn't stop them. Then she heard Mason'd voice. "Don't try to contact your wolf. I upped the wolfsbane, it would hold down 5 Alpha's working together." He snickered. Astrid was angry, this was his fault. He wanted her. He kidnapped her. He bit her, and for that one, she was grateful. She had a part of her she didn't know she was missing. He caused her flashbacks. He caused her to feel this way. She felt her strength renew. She was no ordinary wolf. She was a descendant of the original. She was blessed, and had her ancestors on her side. She felt the power coursing through herself. "Shit!" She heard someone say. "Run!" She heard another yell. They should run, because the big bad wolf is coming to gobble you up. She smirked.

Sampson had found the camp! Finally! It had been a little over two weeks since he had heard about this problem, and now he found them. He was going to help the girls. He would give them the safety of the pack, and teach them about werewolves. He was one his way to the compound, with 12 of his own warriors, and 3 warriors from each of the other Alpha's.

They reached the compound but the didn't get what they expected. Instead of seeing men patrolling, or even standing around drunk, they met a blood bath. Men dismembered, necks snapped, throats ripped out, it was a war zone. The warriors and Sampson gasped. They had a couple doctors with them in case the girls needed medical attention. He heard a young warrior puking from the sight. It was an onslaught of death, and blood. The wolves that did this were swift, and deadly.

"Let's see if there are any survivors." Sampson said solemnly. They walked to what seemed to be a small run down pack house. They reached the door, and saw a man tied to a chair with a note nailed into his chest.

"This is a warning. The big bad wolf will come gobble you, if you are bad like these men. Don't do wrong, and you'll never see me. If you see me, you'll never live to tell the tale."

The note made Sampson's blood run cold. It couldn't have been one wolf to kill all these men. If it was it had trained its whole life for this one purpose. This wolf was deadly.

"Alpha Sampson, you'll want to see this." He heard one of the doctors pull his attention. It was from a door to his right, but almost straight in front of him. He looked around the run down pack house, but if you washed away the blood and bodies, the house was pristine, cleaned, cared for. A woman's touch. The girls were here. He walked to where the doctor was, and his nose was assaulted by decay and death. Not the death that was around him, but months old death. He descended the stairs to find a large basement. Behind the stairs, were dozen's of women's bodies. Some were human, some half shifted. The bottom of the pile was skeletons. He caught of whiff of something sweet. It smelt of honeysuckle and there was another part he couldn't pick it up. "I think, I hope not, but I think our mate was down here." Andrew said dejectedly. If her sent is faint, she maybe is one of the bodies. Sampson heart dropped. He was so close to finding her, only for someone to take her away.

"Alpha! You should have a look at this!" A warrior shouted from upstairs. Wanting to leave behind the basement, he raced upstairs, and to the second story. What he found made his heart stop. A broken bed with blood. Their were ropes with cuffs broken, and a collar broken also. He caught the scent again, this time he got them mixed. It smelled of an ocean breeze that blew past a honeysuckle plant. He loved the combination. He took another inhale and smelled Male wolves, about 20 of them, as stale as the scent of his mate. Then he smelt wolfsbane, the smell burning his nose and throat. He walked closer to the bed. The wolfsbane making him dizzy. He smelt her. His heart stopped, it was her blood on the bed. The men defiled her. They raped her! He growled threatening . Andrew trying to take over. He wanted to slaughter those men over again!

"Alpha what's wrong!?" He heard someone shout from behind him. The wolfsbane, was actually helping. Keeping him from fully shifting. Something no one but his pack knew, he was a direct descendant of the original werewolves. His wolf could take over his human body, only those with original blood could. Their wolves were much larger than even Alphas. Alphas are the size of a pony, but original blooded, the size between a large horse and a clydesdale. However, only know to those who posses the blood, and are trained, they can shift to a smaller size, to blend in. They are meant to be the protectors of all wolves, turned or born. It's why Sampson allows turned into his pack, and why he is so gentle and kind, not to be mistaken for weak and meek. He turned to face the others. His voice mixed with Andrew's.

"This is our mate's blood. Our mate was raped in this room. We want to know where she is!" Their voices growled, and everyone's eyes widening in shock. Sampson had discovered his mate, found she had been raped, and now doesn't know where she is. He was also original blooded.