The possessive bad boy

Death at a marriage.

"Do you take this man to be your wife?" His smile is toxic sludge. It burns a hole through my body. I can't stand being here. I can't stand the stench coming off him. I feel dirty.
"Yes" that one words breaks my skin. It reveals the wilted bones of my structure. I can't do this. But I can't escape. I've made my choice I will not live like this.
"And do you take this man to be your husband?" Do I? No. Of course I don't. I wouldn't ever. Not ever.
"No" is my response.
SLAP
"What's that bitch?" Pain rings through my cheek. The sting is good though. It give me fight. I spit blood at his shoes.
"No" is my answer again. This earns me another slap.
"Yes" he growls. The priest looks ashen. Almost like he doesn't want to be here either.
"You may kiss the bride." He pronounces and closes his bible. Faintly my cheek still stings. And dread fills my soul. Vomit rises in my throat. This fucker grabs my chin and pulls me to him. Then his vile lips are on mine. A tear slide down my cheek before he tries pushing his tongue in my mouth. When I don't comply he growls.
"Go to my room bitch, I'll be in shortly." He pushes me away. I crumple to the ground. I've given up. What could I do without Blake? This meant nothing. I didn't care what this man did to me. My parents promised me away. Blake was dead. I was married to a gross old man.
Tears filled my eyes. "You're still here? Didn't I give you an order?" I don't respond. Instead I lay on the hay covered floor. I hear grunts then a solid boot connects with my stomach. And right here I lose the contents of my stomach. He's right. I'm pathetic. I'm weak. I'm nothing.
Large hands fold around my biceps. And soon I'm being carried. The large wood doors creek open. Outside is bright. It smells of rain and fresh soil. And thick trees blur my vision. Moss softly crunches under my assailants feet. It smells so fresh. So sweet. I look into the forest and imagine myself running in my wolf form through those trees. I could hunt. I could run. I could be free. Just then and idea strikes me. I could run. I could learn to change at will. I could escape. Where to? I don't know. Not home. I would be on the run. But I would be in control.
The front door shut and blocked my vision of freedom. I wriggled a bit. And got a good look at my walking meat wall. I can't see much. But he's fit. Grossly fit. With so many muscles it can't even be humanly possible.
I see use ascending stairs. It's a weird view really, I mean it's like walking backwards up the steps. It almost makes me sick. But soon we reach the top. I'm tossed into my small room where the door is promptly locked. I land hard on my tail bone making me wince. Tenderly I rub my backside and lift from the ground. Cautiously I peek out my window. If I concentrate I can almost here the smells. The sun dips below the tree line making a silhouette of our world. I watch for what seems like hours. I watch the sun fade into the inky black of night. I watch glittering stars appear from somewhere beyond this word and This time. I watch the moon peek and cast glowing beams on. My hard wood floor.
Slowly my eyes droop. Sleep seems to beg of me. Yet I refuse to fall fate to the peace. My world is gone. My life is gone. And so I sit and watch. The clock on my wall reads 2:23. Just mere days ago I had a birthday. But it feels like a lifetime. I had no family. I had no song. All I had was pain and fear. So I watch. I watch light bugs fly about. I watch bats scoop bugs from the air. But then out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of white.
Almost as soon as it appeared it disappeared. Alert now I search the trees. Then seconds later again it shows itself. But the forest is to thick and it is to fast, I cannot see the creature. Wildly I strain my eyes to catch more. More then a flash of light. Almost ten minutes later I begin to loose hope. I have dismissed myself for crazy. For imagining things that just aren't there. Finally I believe sleep will do me well.
I crawl into bed. It's soft and warm. It's comfortable. Oh how I hate that this strange bed is comfortable. Seconds later I drift asleep....
BANG
SNARL
BARK
FUCK!!
This is how I wake. My first thought is that I'm in a dream. That's it I must be dreaming, but then more crashes sound. Suddenly I'm alert. I look outside and see it is still dark. My clock reads 4:18, I have on,y been asleep for mere hours. My feet hit the cold floor and I wince. But seconds later I'm up and pulling on the door. Locked. Dammit! I pull as hard as I can with no flex. I search my room frantically for a weapon. I hear more snarls. The fight battles on. Nothing. My room is so empty. I guess it sort of makes sense. I mean, they wouldn't want to leave me anything I could use to attack them. But shit! I have nothing to defend myself.
A garbled howl reaches my ears. Seconds later it's silent. Footsteps close in on my door. This time they sound more human. A shifter. That's what is here. With that realization fear spikes. I sniff the air. It's not a wolf. This new shifter is not a wolf. A hand wraps around my handle and it jiggles.
"Find the keeper and get the key." A strong male voice sounds. Seconds later a pair of steps retreat.
"I know your hear young one." He's talking about me. I hear him sniff the air.
"We don't want to harm you I swear. We want to take you home. I'm sure you're afraid but you have to trust us." Trust? YA no. I've been kidnapped once. And once is enough.
"Sir he has escaped. He's not here." Another voice speaks. Fear wafts off him. Neither of these men are wolves. And this scares me.
"Fuck" comes the first ones response. Then he sighs.
"Alright child. I'm going to kick this door open. Stand back please."
No I'm not doing this. Quickly I lace to my window. Locked. Again.
"Luna do you hear me?" The deep voice asks. I don't respond only search frantically something heavy. Again I have no luck. With no other option I take a step away from the window. I take a deep breath and place my weight on my right foot. And just as my karate teacher taught me as a child, I lean back and let my foot fly. Surprisingly the glass smashes on my first kick. Glass sprays on the ground below me. Floating like tiny crystals. In another time and another place it would look magical with the moonbeams casting pretty light through broken shards.
"Fuck," he mumbles from outside my door. I know I don't have much time. The man has already started kicking at the door. Looking out the window it looks to be a tree story drop. I will never make it as a human. But maybe as a wolf? Without thinking u drop to my hands and knees. I don't know how to do this. I try to force myself out. My wolf self. But that doesn't work.
I think back to all the shifters I've know. Of all the stories they told me. What did they say? Um be calm. Okay great. Deep breaths. Slowly I calmed my nerves. Picture my inner creature. Still taking slow breaths I imagined a black wolf with blue eyes. Pure eyes. Long white fangs a pink tongue. A shiny coat. Little pin pricks niggle at my skin. Perfect it working. In the distance I can hear the wood splintering. I have to pick up the speed. Next step. Feel the transformation. Embrace it. So I start with my paws. I feel the pain of my bones breaking and resetting. Then my arms and legs breaking and growing. I feel my mid section rearranging structures and organs. And finally I feel my face lengthen and narrow and my teeth sharpen to a point. Then my tail growing. Finally I feel my fur coating my body. Soft and smooth. When I open my eyes next my world is grey. I'm seeing with the eyes of a wolf.
My attacker is almost in. This is my chance. With all the power I have I run at the window. Mere feet before the ledge I use my storm legs to propel myself up and through the small space. For a split second I'm free and I'm flying. Happiness washes over me, only to be replaced with panic. Then I'm falling. Tumbling-plummeting really- towards the ground below. On.y seconds later do I hit the ground. It's said cats always land on their feet. I can't say if that's true or not but for dog? Big fat lie. Pain scorches my left front paw. A loud snap cracks through the air. I release a yelp of pain.
White spots cloud my vision. But adrenaline is pumping through my veins and I quickly get up. I test my injured paw only to whine when pressure hits it. Broken. My paw is broken. I look up at the window. A large man is cursing and barking out orders to men behind him. Without a second glance I run as fast as I possibly can into the forest.
Here I'm dodging branches and fallen logs. The winds assaults me as I run. But my eyes adjust fine. The color is all dim but everything is vivid. And so I continue dodging trees and jumping logs. I can no longer hear the pursuit of the strange new shifters. So I slow to a trot. Or jog. Whatever you want to call it. Faintly I can hear water rushing. A stream. And so I follow the sound. The sun is starting to break through the trees by the time I approach the rushing water.
Greedily i lap up the cool fresh liquid. Then I hear a snap. Instantly I go on alert. My ears perk up listening to any other noise. I face the forest with my back to the river. Seconds later a very large very mean looking grey wolf appears. It's teeth are bared and its eyes are trained on me. I'm the prey. So I pull my lips back and show my fangs. My ears flatten to my head. It this the shifter that kicked the door. Or is it another shifter. I know it isn't full wolf, it faintly smells of human. Then it's voice fills my head and my stomach drops.
"Thought you could escape me?" He asks. It's my capture. My husband I suppose.
"How are you in my head?" He chuckles and sits down.
"My dear this is how wolves communicate. Through a mind link." His tail curls around his hind legs as he pants.
"Fuck off." I snap and continue to growl.
"No no pet. Be good or I will punish you. Now instead of calling me 'that guy' you will call me master. No names. You will never know my name." Master? Um no. I'm not going to be calling him anything. I let out a loud bark. Seconds later a roar and a howl fill the air.
"You little bitch. You alerted them to our location." I did what? No that's not what I wanted. I wanted to scare this sicko. My mind reals for more ways to escape. And it comes up blank. Within seconds I can hear the shifters approach. The first is a giant bear. A grizzly. Next two wolves come into sight. Both a deep brown color. Then a cougar. Black and sleek. And dangerous. My "master" goes on the defensive. He growls and barks. All the while the bear lumbers toward him. I back away. My back paw hits the river and I stop. Finally "master" is standing beside me. The bear reaches out his large paw. Seconds later "masters" throat has been cut.
Next the bear turns to me. I'm sure I will die. With a latch ditch attempt at surviving I launch myself at the bear. Only to be met with a large paw on my rib cage. With the wind knocked out of me I lay on my side. Still I struggle. Out of the corner of my eyes I see a new wolf appear. Oddly it smells like oranges. Oranges and chocolate. But fear still spreads through me. Why is the bear not ending me? Does he get off on my fear? Still I struggle and kick and bite and my assailant. On.y until another voice enters my head.
"My Luna. Stop fighting. Please." That voice I know that voice. And the smell. It's all so familiar.
"My love please stop." Finally it clicks. It's him. It's my Blake. My body goes still and my head whips to where he stands. Whines escape me as I look towards the bear. Reluctantly he removes his paw. I can breathe again. And all I smell is him. Joy overcomes me. This feeling right here, is the only thing I will ever live for. Quickly I scramble to my feet. On,y I forgot about my broken paw. I put to much pressure on it and pain explodes behind my eyes. Almost as quickly as I got up do I fall. Faintly I hear myself yelp and cry out. But the adrenaline has left me. I have had no food or water. And my body has used all my energy changing. So I stay down. And as my world fades to black all I can think is that he's here. My Blake is here. And never again will I worry.

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So I hope you like the chapter and a cliff hanger omigod!! Blake isn't dead. Who was happy to hear that? I know I was. Truthfully I wasn't sure if I was going to keep him dead. But I guess not.

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