Sometimes for weeks. The thing is, with something like that, they say you can’t tell them apart; the faces all blend together. You try to put the nightmare out of mind.
I knew that one of the mistakes most of the girls had made was running. We’re predators, hello . Want to stimulate that hunting instinct, offer up a little chase for a tail-sniffing type and you’re gonna run your legs off, until they outwit you and cut you off.
So, I really struggled with the fear of being raped. Tried not to show it in my eyes, but I was damn scared. Felt like a real girl.
Somewhere in my brain, though, my wit managed to surface. Instead of running, I sat down and noted, “I see you’re all up for a little action.”
“Politics always gets us going.”
“Oh, is that it?” I didn’t believe Mr. Vocal. Guess he was the only one with a tongue.
“Care to give us a run?”
My nose wrinkled. I asked, “Care to give me a show?”
They laughed.
I didn’t move. When they stopped laughing, I asked, “Well?”
Mr. Vocal frowned for a minute, then asked, “What kind of show did you have in mind, little one?”
Now, I’m not that damn little, and it’s a total insult to be, in any way, told you’re a runt--especially when you’re anything but. It definitely pissed me off.
Looking directly at his ready staff, I said, “Listen, ya little peckerhead, I’d like to see a little fucking respect.”
That got their attention. They blinked over that.
Honestly, what empowered me was probably the scent of my brother and Leer coming toward us. They were mind-talking. Leer asked, I thought you told her not to leave P.C.
I did, dammit. I’m gonna wring her little neck.
You smell that?
They were talking about me. With my body ready to change, Big Brother had put down his foot. Told me not to get outside the perimeter. And technically, I was still inside the limits.
Just barely. And just because I’d been stopped.
I need to explain something. When you’re ready to go into the first shift frenzy, you have a definite urge to smell some fresh air, if you know what I mean. Maybe take a little run, check out some new sights. Fuck your brains out with somebody you never met before.
So you can imagine my brother’s irritation at the thought that I might go out and get pregnant with some freak’s bastard. Or worse, a human of no breeding. Not kin, like Kayty.
Did I mention that my brother is Leer’s right hand man now? Or that his name is Hood? Got a really nice set of markings when he’s in lupus. Almost perfect.
Well, about as perfect as you can get, really. And he’s bigger than Leer.
Some say he should take over the pack. I’m sure he’s thinking about it. But, for now, he and Leer are cool.
Mr. Vocal prompts, “Thinking up something good?”
“Yeah.” I kinda smile. “Something real good.” Thinking on how to get you rapists crying.
More of that damn hoarse laughing rose up. Jackals, they sounded like.
I almost wanted to run, now that I was pretty sure Leer and Hood were on their way. Probably end up in all the dogs being put down.
Don’t think I didn’t look to the woods outside of Pack City.
Thought I saw something move, too. Narrowed my gaze.
“I’m game. How about you?” The others agreed. For some, there’s not much they won’t do. It was easy to peg those bozos.
“Shift.” It was an order.
“Ah, not so easy,” Mr. Vocal apologized. “Some of us, ah, we need to get mad to do it.”
“Fine.” I turned up my nose. “Just fuck yourselves, then.”
Apparently that irritated Mr. Vocal, because he freaking changed in a heartbeat. And maybe his sudden change made the others nervous. The next thing you know, the woods were
I knew that one of the mistakes most of the girls had made was running. We’re predators, hello . Want to stimulate that hunting instinct, offer up a little chase for a tail-sniffing type and you’re gonna run your legs off, until they outwit you and cut you off.
So, I really struggled with the fear of being raped. Tried not to show it in my eyes, but I was damn scared. Felt like a real girl.
Somewhere in my brain, though, my wit managed to surface. Instead of running, I sat down and noted, “I see you’re all up for a little action.”
“Politics always gets us going.”
“Oh, is that it?” I didn’t believe Mr. Vocal. Guess he was the only one with a tongue.
“Care to give us a run?”
My nose wrinkled. I asked, “Care to give me a show?”
They laughed.
I didn’t move. When they stopped laughing, I asked, “Well?”
Mr. Vocal frowned for a minute, then asked, “What kind of show did you have in mind, little one?”
Now, I’m not that damn little, and it’s a total insult to be, in any way, told you’re a runt--especially when you’re anything but. It definitely pissed me off.
Looking directly at his ready staff, I said, “Listen, ya little peckerhead, I’d like to see a little fucking respect.”
That got their attention. They blinked over that.
Honestly, what empowered me was probably the scent of my brother and Leer coming toward us. They were mind-talking. Leer asked, I thought you told her not to leave P.C.
I did, dammit. I’m gonna wring her little neck.
You smell that?
They were talking about me. With my body ready to change, Big Brother had put down his foot. Told me not to get outside the perimeter. And technically, I was still inside the limits.
Just barely. And just because I’d been stopped.
I need to explain something. When you’re ready to go into the first shift frenzy, you have a definite urge to smell some fresh air, if you know what I mean. Maybe take a little run, check out some new sights. Fuck your brains out with somebody you never met before.
So you can imagine my brother’s irritation at the thought that I might go out and get pregnant with some freak’s bastard. Or worse, a human of no breeding. Not kin, like Kayty.
Did I mention that my brother is Leer’s right hand man now? Or that his name is Hood? Got a really nice set of markings when he’s in lupus. Almost perfect.
Well, about as perfect as you can get, really. And he’s bigger than Leer.
Some say he should take over the pack. I’m sure he’s thinking about it. But, for now, he and Leer are cool.
Mr. Vocal prompts, “Thinking up something good?”
“Yeah.” I kinda smile. “Something real good.” Thinking on how to get you rapists crying.
More of that damn hoarse laughing rose up. Jackals, they sounded like.
I almost wanted to run, now that I was pretty sure Leer and Hood were on their way. Probably end up in all the dogs being put down.
Don’t think I didn’t look to the woods outside of Pack City.
Thought I saw something move, too. Narrowed my gaze.
“I’m game. How about you?” The others agreed. For some, there’s not much they won’t do. It was easy to peg those bozos.
“Shift.” It was an order.
“Ah, not so easy,” Mr. Vocal apologized. “Some of us, ah, we need to get mad to do it.”
“Fine.” I turned up my nose. “Just fuck yourselves, then.”
Apparently that irritated Mr. Vocal, because he freaking changed in a heartbeat. And maybe his sudden change made the others nervous. The next thing you know, the woods were
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