"I greet you... though this time is short." said the female wolf. "And is thy name, precious."
"Lesedi... Oyenusi."
"Beautiful... I may not kill you. I may save you."
Her ears lowered, he stepped to her, "All you have to do... is bow."
She didn't have kids. The little one in the cage wasn't even hers but the connection had built. She reminded herself why she was doing this. Lesedi told the pup why. Maybe the reason was stupid?
She needed money and living in the ghytto wasn't a luxury. If you fought, the realm would reward you. She started to think maybe she hadn't experienced enough pain, unlike the High Witch's daughter. Hanielle had a lot, her scars visible.
If she thought hard enough, all she ever did was suck dick for money. There was an old wolf she sold herself to. There was a pack she knew way back. In order to get in, she had to kill another wolf.
Being a werewolf was... horrible.
If she was a vampire, she'd be classy. Some of the rich families lived in big apartment complexes. The poor ones lived in motels; she recalled that. None of them were comfortable, mostly full of roaches and brown water. A lot of blood market activity too.
Some werewolves stayed around motels but they were pets. She could have been a pet. Instead, she was a fighter. Her handler was Ajax Patterson and if she lost again. He'd lose her.
Lesedi understood she could be the Alpha's bitch. She would have to sacrifice a lot but it was better than being this. "Foreit..." he growled. She had seen his human form, just another gnarly African. The Kaatcher said he was a Madingo but all that chest meant nothing.
"Who's your handler?" she murmured. "Mind your business. You need training asking things like that."
She looked at the floor and back at him. "As soon as that bell rings, your ass is mine."
She shied away from his stare. "Why are you drooling?" pools of salvia rested on the floor. "I got rabies..."
The bell binged; the alpha took no time to bite her face. His jaws around her muzzle. He chewed, focusing his bite on her nose. She whimpered; the crowd was loud and the pain great.
Lesedi pulled away, he jerked forward by her nose. She had to be free. She pressed her feet into the floor and bounced on her paws. He chomped down, 'Am I stuck like this?' it scared her. 'No. I can get out.' She pulled away, he yanked her forward, Lesedi thrust forward, sending him into the wall in the back.
Sumanya choked, releasing her head. Lesedi took on two legs and swiped her claws across his chest and back. "You bitch!" he hollered and lifted her up with his head. . Now both were on two legs but Sumanya had the advantage. He was much bigger, he had more grip.
He grabbed her by her back legs and her to the ground. He flexed his fingers. "I want your very soul..." he barked through his teeth. "I'm all out of party favors." she scrambled to stand. He was going for her face with his left hand, his nails jagged and cracked. The broken thumbnail looked merciful for being damn near missing.
His left hand went for her face, she dodged. She charged at him. Lifting him up by his left leg, hoisting him up, and allowing her front teeth to scar his stomach. That didn't do anything.
Blood marked her nose. Sumanya drove his fist repeating in Lesedi ear and back of her head. "Stupid bitch!" Her vision waved, he kicked out of her hold feeling it loosen. He went for her neck, blood-splattered out on the concrete flooring. She cried and through a vicious bark. A ball of air-launched out her throat, striking him in the stomach. The bell ringed through the basement.
Hundreds of dollars cascaded all over the floor. "FOUL!" yelled the Kaatcher. The Bow sat on top of the stairs. A giant black wolf with fangs coming out of his bottom jaw. His chest marked with a deep red slash. "No using the power of word!" yelled the Kaatcher.
What had she done. Sumanya bent to the floor holding his stomach. "I think... I think... my stomach." he spat on the ground. "I think my stomach is gone..."
Blood flooded inside his mouth, leaking in a red round mess. "EXECUTION" proclaimed the Kaatcher. "Wait!" yelled her handler on the bottom floor. "RUBBER!"
"NO RUBBER!" blasted the Bow. "This is her third time. My heir is bleeding!"
Sumanya had fallen over to the side in his human appearance and bled from his lips. "I'm dying..." he muttered flickering his eyes.
Lesedi backed up on her feet. Several Kaatchers came downstairs with electric poles. They surrounded Lesedi, back, and front. They stabbed her, sending a hurricane of volts at her. She roared and swiped her claws at one of the guards. 'I will not die!' She grabbed another by the neck while two Kaatchers jabbed at her legs. "Fall down wolf!" they ordered.
Electric bolts traveled her body. She told her brain, 'stay up, stay up.' She howled and the floor cracked. "Stay down!" A Kaatcher stabbed the pole in her back. Lesedi jerked, seizuring on the ground.
The Bow snorted, "Bring the bitch to my room. Put my son in the Bed."
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"My mama was out there fighting!" Mokiri jumped in the air. She mimicked Lesedi's movements, swiping the air like a boxer. "She was like..." she roared aloud and spat on the ground in the cage."
"Mokiri you are one stupid ass bitch..." spoke a Pomeranian with a blue spike collar. "You get attached to anyone who names you. You got like five names."
"So? You what, fuck you, Rizza."
"No thank you. I'm a purebred bitch." she stuck her nose in the air."
Mokiri growled, she sulked, "You said it not me..."
"I'm older than you. Like I even had sex."
"Nasty," gagged Mokiri."It's not nasty. So, I'm like sixteen, it's natural."
"Ok..."
"He put his dick inside of me. And made it feel real good. But he had to get behind me and we call that doggy style." she didn't want to hear this. "So when he was behind me, he grabbed my hair. It hurted, but I had to be still."
"Can you shut up?" Mokiri sat down in her puppy form.
"You need to learn about this. Now me and Chachi are two different breeds. You had the ritual right?"
"Yeah..." she glowered.
"So, he's a big pitbull and imma tell you this now. Pitbulls are sweet, it's a different love. But we didn't breed." she said the last part lowly under her breath. "We can't make puppies because I'm chased. But if we did... they would be--"
"Big headed niggas." she finished for her.
"Bitch don't play, I got a mate!"
"We not allowed for breeding."
Mokiri pouted, the worst part about being a dog was you had no rights. Girls got chased and boys got ranned. They tested the pups. Bite force, willpower, obedience, and hunting. She had a bite on her. She was lucky, the bow wanted her chased because of her needle teeth. She had to prove she was worth it. And now she was a favorite. "What's it like to be chased?" she asked because technically she was privileged. "It burns." said Rizza. "Ok, so, what happens is—there are two ways. They sow your vagina is the first way, and the second they make a cut in your sides and fish your baby makers out."
"What are you?"
"I'm chased, so my pussy is sewed together."
"Why?"
"Aggressive. Oh, and the thing with Chachi happened before hand. Most of the puppies do it like hyenas because you not going to when grow up."
"But I'm a princess..." lamented Mokiri.
"Bitch, who cares?" Rizza rolled her eyes. "You lucky but also, who is your mother out of like 10 other bitches?"
She thought about it. And though she could kill Rizza, she was small enough. She continued explaining, "So, they neuter the dog without brain, manners, and calm. I'm an angry bitch. That's what the bow said."
"Sad."
"It's fine." she tiptoed over to her, "You know what I wanted to be when I grew up?" Mokiri lifted her head, "What?"
"A pet. Like a vampire's pet, I'd be a thrall or something. Maybe of the middle family or-or the royal family."
"They live in the hills," she said. "In that big ass fancy apartment. Middle class has town houses, the poorest live in motel and models." Models were slang for a one-story home or 'I live in a bear.' Meaning the bare minimum. A kitchen, which was never big, a room, and a bathroom. Sometimes bigger families living in models made the living room a bedroom.
"Once I thought about sleeping in a motel." said Rizza.
"That's 300 hundred for a rentel."
"Yeah..." she groaned, "But if you're a guard dog that's a big discount."
"25 dollars a day..." she guessed it was better. 300 to live there, but guard dogs got to live for 25 dollars a day. Then again, that didn't make sense. "So, what you wanna do princess?"
"I wanna be alive..."