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Vixen
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Ongoing, First published Jan 28, 2016
"What's your name?" I asked inching slowly toward her. 

"I h'ain't got no name." She drawled with great difficulty, her voice breaking, as though it hadn't been used in some time. One could tell she had lived her life alone and on the run by her mannerisms and the feral look in her golden eyes. 

I raised one eyebrow in surprise and disbelief," Surely your wolf at least has a name?"

She shook her head with a shrug, "ain't never been called nutin' more than Vixen on either account." Her grammar was confusing, or rather her lack of grammar edict was. Nevertheless i pressed on. My mind having been utterly convinced to determine exactly who this young girl was in front of me. This girl that had snapped and bit at me when I first attempted to reach out to her. She was wild. She was rouge. She was my mate.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.