FENRIR
"They were looking for a woman who could read what was written on the Altar! Maria tested all the locals and visitors—we didn't even know there was anything written there!"
"I did it to protect my family! You would've done the same!"
"I would've asked for help, you idiot! Vampires are the most treacherous creatures that exist! What the hell are the Guardians for?!" I roared at him, nearly losing control. This was far more serious than I anticipated.
"You handed over a sacred relic of our race, deceived innocent women, and risked exposing our secrets! Did you really think that you or your family would come out of this unscathed?!"
He kept sobbing, muttering that he did it for his daughters, but my patience ran out. What troubled me more was where they took Savannah.
"Tell me where the vampires are," I demanded, my voice cold and lethal.
"I—I don't know exactly. They were always secretive. I never met their leader... we only met in an old cabin by the lake..."
Whoosh!
I severed his head without hesitation. This foolish Alpha had lived long enough. He was useless to me, and his mistakes were unforgivable.
I began to run toward the lake, leaving the bloody scene behind; only his wife remained alive because I needed to interrogate her too later.
I was guided by the strange aroma they left to camouflage their stench from the werewolves, but I am a Lycan. They couldn't hide from me that easily.
My body shifted as I ran under the moonlight, gaining momentum as I leaped over a wide chasm.
A wild roar ripped from my throat, echoing through the night. Whoever took my maiden would pay dearly.
***
SAVANNAH
The vampires made deals with traffickers from our kingdom, selling us off for a pittance, only to profit from us later at this clandestine auction.
We were moved from the original site, crammed into a cart like animals.
Fear hung thick in the air; the faces of the women around me mirrored my own despair. I curled up in a corner, my abdomen cramping, and sweat beading on my skin.
I didn't know what exactly that wretched creature did to me, but it felt like I was going into heat—like the heat that she-wolves experienced, or at least that's what I thought; I never went through it myself.
Despite my will and resistance, my underwear was wet, and my pussy throbbed, trembling, begging for a man's penetration.
"She's lucky," someone whispered, referring to the disfigured woman nearby and it was me. "No man will want her in his bed."
"Who's going to notice her? No one will buy her for sure."
"She looks sick; she's sweating too much and feels hot; is she going to die?"
"Dying is the best for her; she'll be free from this torment soon."
"If I mark my face, will no one want to buy me?"
Murmurs sometimes reached my ears; I lay alone on the ground, feeling the rattle of the cart. Shivering despite the burning desire that ravaged my body and clouded my senses.
I too hoped that my ugly face would save me somehow this time.
***
"These three women will be in the same lot! They're ugly, yes, not attractive at all, but they have muscles and do the household chores very well!"
The stage lights blinded me as the auctioneer spoke of us like we were damaged goods, yet still worth something.
I was more thankful than ever that my body lacked the pheromones that would've exposed my heat.
Inside my cage were two other women, both older, which made them less desirable.
"Well, if things get desperate, any hole will do, right?! Just put a cartridge in their head and problem solved!" one bidder jeered, sending laughter rippling through the crowd. Laughter and mockery, pure humiliation from unknown faces sitting in the stands.
In the end, a werewolf with deep pockets purchased us, along with two younger, prettier girls who were taken directly to his carriage.
The maids were dragged out by two large men. I could hardly see straight, my vision blurred and body weak.
A heavy iron collar closed around my neck. I was connected to the others by a thick chain from collar to collar, and the first of us was tied to the back of our new master's carriage.
The whip fell on the horses, and we were taken far away, to an unknown pack. I glanced for a second at the old mansion that served as a cover for the underground auction, then up at the sky.
Will someone come to save me?
Would Fenrir think I had abandoned him?
I sighed as we were forced onward, my body on the verge of collapse from the march.
***
FENRIR
After crossing the lake and following the scent, I arrived at an ancient building. The stench of vampires was unmistakable, even from a distance.