Feet touched the ground, which pulled her toward a new destination; mind rampaged with thoughts that brought chaos to her heart. Confusion, uncertainty, her life was out on a thin wire looking for balance. She struggled with her mind, brought her focus back to the reality and found herself…

Far from where she originally had been, in her confusion, her feelings that had blinded her and confused her, guided her fogged mind to a new destination. One she had been before, a place she had visited on her journey south. She knew where she was, knew it perfectly well. She was headed north, toward the Sugarwoods. The Sugarwoods and the Arachnea’s Revenge, interesting places to say. They were places she had always been interested in since her journey though these lands.

The timber wolf sighed as she stood in the path that would lead her closer to the abandon city of Halifax. It was not abandoned per say, but it was territory that belonged to no one. A ghost city, and to her it was a filthy place she would be glade to hurry past, but her path took her through it. It was a destination she could not avoid.

The wolf sighed and she took another step forward, her nice slender body swayed gently with ever movement. Her beautiful clear gray eyes absorbed the surrounding area, taking in all that lay before her. She was a wolf, a timber wolf from the north. Beautiful, strong, magnificent, though she had a hard time believing herself beautiful. She was simply a wolf, a creature of the woods, a daughter of the mountains.

The creature smiled as she walked a little forward and then halted and stretched. She breathed in and then exhaled, plopping herself down against the ground for a rest.

Lustrous black furred ears twitched to the smoothed Italian accented vocals that reverberated around her. She glanced swiftly up with gray orbs, wild and free, toward the approaching male. She stood, her hackles reached up to the sky as she lowered her head between her shoulders and narrowed her glance. Her ears twitched again and absorbed the noises around her as she studied the creature before her.

She heard him speak, and referred to her as. She searched the term in her mind, and searched for the meaning behind it. She however, had not once heard that word in use, and its meaning baffled her. She repeated the term over and over again in her mind, and listened to the tone in which the male used it. In moments, she came to the awareness that the term whore was not one used respectively.

She straightened her stance and then lifted her head high above her shoulders. She stood still with gray orbs narrowed in the male’s direction, “I am no whore.” She growled as she glared at the male, “I am a wolf, not some whelp to be taken lightly.”

She then took a guarded step toward the left; her focus never left him as she made a move to circle around the being before her. “Who are you, and what do you want?” She asked sharply, “If you wish to pick a fight, I will not hesitate to defend myself.”

She had to admit silently to herself that the stranger before her was quite attractive, though she did not find herself drawn to him as she was to a certain coyote she had left behind before journeying northeast. There was something strange about the creature before, something that made her feel uneasy, but she just could not tell what it was. So she kept her wild glance upon the male, and watched the very flex of his muscles for any sign of sudden action.

Cupcake? The nickname swam around her head. The she wolf blinked for a second before she narrowed her gaze even more toward the male. The brute took a step forward, his voice reached out to her and wrapped around her comfortably. Her mind became deluded, fogged; all she could hear was that accent. She came to admit to herself that she quite enjoyed the sound of his voice.

That was it though, his voice, it was like a lure and when she realized this she shook her head furious, and glared at the male that stepped closer to her. She snarled and watched with a steady gaze. “I have my pride and dignity as a wolf,” she growled. “I would not stoop so low as to allow myself to be mounted by another who was not my mate!”

She took a step back, only one step as the other took one toward her. She listened to his voice and watched as he knelt before her. She narrowed her gaze, and watched as his charming exterior morphed into something heinous. The she wolf took another step back, but then halted. She would not run it was not in her nature to do so. She was once an alpha, had once been an alpha. She would not and could not allow herself to run.

“Touch me mutt and I’ll make you wish you never had!” She snarled as she took a defensive position in front of him. She lowered her head down between her shoulder blades, her hackles lifted up around her and her tail lashed about behind her. She glared in his direction; her eyes blazed in a primal fire.

She knew what he wanted, but she would not allow it. He wanted to be joined with her, the thought of it thrilled her at first, but she did not want it to be with him. A Luperci. Would not that joining of a non-Luperci and a Luperci cause the non-Luperci to thus become one? The thought of becoming one frightened her. She was wolf; wolves did not walk on two legs they ran on four. This realization of what would happen if the Luperci male did get a hold of her frightened her and pushed her decision to stand and protect herself.

A spark of fear filled her gaze.

There was a struggle, and there was panic as the brute came at her. She knew she could not get away, it was over and she knew her life as she knew it would end. She did not want this, did not want to fall prey to the demon before her, the two legged abomination of her own kin. He was not wolf, not a four-legged canine, but a mutated creature that lusted to mount her. Her gaze flared with panic, her heart raced. She wanted to flee, wanted to run, but she could not. Her pride kept her placed and kept her there ready to fight the beast that approached her.

She found she could not fight, could not escape. She was prey and she had been caught. Her world changed before her, her howls reached up to the night sky as the monster mounted. Her anger flared, her hatred clawed at her, buried itself within her being. She felt the sickness reach within her, felt, as her own body would soon take it in.

She would struggle till the end; receive some bruises as her aggressor silenced her. He would win over her, and she would fail and fall. That was what happened, she fell into the darkness of her mind, the bleakness that surrounded her thoughts as she slipped away from the events that had begun to take place. She lost and was now his.