Beware Of The Dog

Chapter Three: Runaway

Tristan, himself, seemed taken aback. More members of the pack began to fill the kitchen, wondering what the commotion was. Avon, struggling to stand, knocks over the pan on the stove. She cried out in pain as it hit against her arm, flinching backwards and hitting the counter. "God! She's burning the floor!" Jessica cried out, picking up the pan and throwing it on the counter. Avon made eye contact with her brother, who stormed in. "Is it my pathetic excuse of a sister again?!" He growled, standing next to Tristan.

Mica was recovering on the floor as Avon struggled to stand. Her legs trembled where she stood, her brother storming over and grabbing her by the hair. He didn't waste a second, his hand connecting with her face with a loud smack. "I can't believe I'm fucking related to this fucking defect." Peter's glare was burning into Avon's skull as Jessica kicked at her leg, making Avon buckle with a yelp. Tristan was furious, his voice like a roar. "GIVE HER TO ME!" He grabbed her by her face, their touch burning against each other's skin as she fought against them. "No!" Avon cried, her muffled voice cracking, "No! Stay away!" She grabbed Tristan's forearm and tried to pry his hand from her face, to no avail. "Stay still!" Peter shook her, before she was ripped out of his grip by Tristan. She saw the fury in his eyes, his jet black hair glistening under the light.

"Don't touch her!" Mica cried out, before Jessica stomped on his body. "Shut up, whore!" She growls, Mica gasping in pain. In desperation, Avon used her claws to scratch at Tristan's arm. Flinching at the unexpected pain, he drops her and grabbed his arm. Avon scrambled to her feet, pushing past people as she burst through the back door in a full sprint. "What the - catch her!" Someone cried, before a large, black wolf burst through the window. Avon knew who it was, and didn't even look behind her. Tears filled her eyes as her heart beat in her ears. She knew she couldn't run fast. Not against...

Tristan.

The wolf pounced on her with a vicious snarl, his teeth bare as she lay face down against the grass. The weight was crushing her, Avon crying out in immense pain. She immediately felt a hand grab her by the shoulder, flipping her around and pinning her down. She looked up at Tristan, unbelievable anger on his face as he panted. "You are not my mate. You will never be my mate." He spat, Avon not daring to break eye contact. "NO one wants a disgusting whore like you. You're ugly. Filthy. You're a fucking murderer." The last word made Avon's heart drop as she shivered under him. Murderer. She never went a day without being called that. Attempting to swallow her tears, she bit her lip she tasted blood. Crying would just make him angrier.

"I will never fucking accept an ugly bitch like you. I hope you fucking kill yourself." The barrage of venomous words were neverending. "Jennifer is my fucking mate. Not fucking you. I wouldn't even want to fuck you, even if you were the last person on fucking Earth." He threw her aside, before turning towards the house. Everyone was watching from the shattered window and the open door, Tristan huffing angrily. Shifting to his wolf form, he sprinted back to the pack house effortlessly, leaving Avon in the night.

"You have to wait." Avon quietly reeled in pain, choking out repressed tears as she listened to the voice of her wolf. That was always something that her wolf said, if not the only thing that her wolf said. Avon was sick of hearing it. Her wolf only ever spoke to her during times like this, where Avon is suffering in pain. "Please... don't tell me that." She replied, her heart shattering into pieces. Not even her own wolf supported her. If not her wolf, then who else? Alone, in the dark of the night, Avon felt as if she was the only person in the world. It tore her apart. There was no one going to save her, and no one to take her side when she needed it the most.

Getting up on her hands and her knees, she began to drag her body towards the outer edge of the territory. It was quite the distance from the pack house, but Avon didn't care. She wanted to run away. She didn't want to bear this life any longer. Even if she were to leave the territory of the pack and get killed by rogues, she wouldn't mind. That's what happened to her parents, and the former pack leader and his mate.

That day is engraved in Avon's memory. A six year old child, wandering too far from her parents in an open field. She remembers playing with Peter, who was only a year older than her. Peter tripped and fell, scraping his knee, and began to cry. Her parents laughed and began to comfort him and tend to his wound, which was enough time for Avon to wander towards an unfamiliar scent. It smelled like freshly-crushed leaves, mixed with dirt from another place. The smell of fresh water from a river along with that was alluring, Avon unknowingly walking into rogue territory.

It happened so quickly. Her mom cried out as she and her husband shifted, sprinting towards Avon in desperation. The mother pushed Avon out of the way as a large brown wolf appeared from between the trees, sinking his teeth into her father's neck. He yelped in pain as his dark grey fur became damp with blood, colliding with a tree as the wolf continued to latch on. Her mother bared her teeth, snarling defensively at the wolf. Peter cried out as a crunch snapped through the air, making everyone's heart dropped. Avon watched helplessly as her father gasped for his last breath of air, almost like a deflating balloon. In horror, Avon rushed to her father's limp body crying, "DADDY!"

Releasing a demanding and horrified bark, her mother leaped over her to be mauled by the wolf. His white jaw stained red with blood, he dropped her father's body and snapped his jaw closed on her mother's arm. It snapped in the opposite direction, her mother crying out in pain as she was thrown away from her child. Before she could even scramble to her paws, the large wolf locked his jaw on her stomach, pulling back and revealing a ribbon of innards to splatter against the ground.

A shrill howl sounded through the air as Peter called for help, Avon screaming in terror. The wolf turned to Avon, who was closest to him. Avon gripped at her father's limp body crying as she looked at the giant wolf with horrified eyes. He was walking towards her with each step sounding louder and louder, before a black and white wolf lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. It was the former pack leader. He was the strongest and the fastest of the group. The fight quickly turned vicious, blood splattering everywhere as the two wrestled each other against the floor with snarls. That was when another wolf of the same scent leaped from the bushes, attacking the pack leader from the side and tore at his fur. She was as large as the other wolf, yet she had a bluish-gray tint to her fur. It didn't take long for the male wolf to pin the pack leader down, the other sinking her teeth into his fur. He did not go down without a fight, forcing his way to the wolf's stomach and ripping a chunk from under. The wolf growled in pain, before the other reached for the pack leader's neck and did the same. The rest of the pack came along with the pack leader's mate, who immediately pounced on the grey wolf's back and tore at her ears.

It was a bloody battle between the pack leaders and the two wolves. In the course of a couple of seconds, meat littered the grass as the pack leader was being overwhelmed from his injuries. The male wolf took him down with a finishing blow, before being overtaken by another pack member. The pack leader's mate wrestled against the other wolf, but the size difference was incredibly daunting. As she was a small wolf, not built for attacking, she was crushed by the wolf before being overcome as well.

The entire experience seems like yesterday. Tristan, a six year old, was suddenly appointed as the pack leader as he was the son of the pack leader. Everyone blamed her for the deaths of not only the pack leaders, but also her parents. She, too, thinks that it was her fault.

Before she knew it, Avon stood right in front of where it all happened.