A/N: Forgot to mention from the beginning but this story is based off of the manga which can be read at onemanga dot com.

One other thing I forgot to mention. As the story goes on it will be written in different tenses. …And somewhere in the middle it will transfer over to Lawrence's point of view. Just testing out this style of writing. I'm curious to see how the flow of the story will be directed.

I do not own Wolf and Spice. Thanks for the reviews, Powerful and Kitsune!

Chapter 1

The next morning I awoke with start as the wagon gave a sickening churn. Confused and befuddled from sleep I rolled instinctively away making sure to paint my face in a nearby mud puddle. I heard the wagon wheels snap and splinter and the horse bellow alarmingly. Thick black mire clogged my nostrils and coated my mouth. I tossed my up head looking around wildly for what had caused the commotion. I uttered a cry of concern before I could think to stop it.

"Lawrence?!"

I got off my knees and staggered into a tall flaky cedar. My hands clawed at my face, ridding it of the chunks of mud and grass. My vision obscured I could barely make out the figures dashing around the ruined carriage. Human thieves...I thought irritably. Packs of wheat dotted the clearing, scattered and broken. The furs that were so precious to Lawrence were being picked up faster than I had imagined. I scanned for Lawrence. Angry, I charged forward a growl erupting from my throat. My senses danced all around me telling me to do different things. I could only attempt to do my default plan.

I collided fist-first into the first person to come into my vision. A pained "What the…" escaped their lips. They crumpled to the ground where I gave a swift kick to their head. They struggled getting their hands and fingers broken as I continued my attack.When the human stopped moving I whirled around expecting an attack from behind. I blinked away the flecks of dirt clinging to my lashes. At last I could get a clear view of what was happening.

We were being raided.

I could see two men picking the furs and strapping them to their backs. The other one lay at my feet, blood pooling inside his mouth. There were probably a few others around as well. I could smell nothing but the earth. The horse was silent and I couldn't see Lawrence around the area. He was most likely under the wreck.

"Stop!!" I howled into the air. Grit and sludge squirmed inside my mouth as I struggled to shout. I darted for the other two, moving faster than I had anticipated. My arms outstretched I caught him in the ribs and I thrust him to ground were I pounded the robber into the soil. He grabbed at my dress, pulling the frills away uselessly. An explosion of pain at the back of my head had startled me. Stars flashed before me. My victim's comrade struck my head again and I felt myself slump onto his chest. He began to shout something along the lines of: Demon! Wench! I couldn't make out anything afterwards. I drifted in and out of consciousness. I was booted off the man and onto the ground. Warmth trickled down my back and soaked into my clothes. A tingle crawled up my skin forcing my eyes to close.

Had I been beaten that quickly? I tried for some excuse but nothing came to mind.

----- ... ----- A few hours later...

My mouth was caked shut. The sun had dried the sludge and my nose crumbled with it. Light peered in through my eyelids as they fluttered open. My entire head ached and throbbed. My hand scratched at my lips until the mud flecked away and rolled down my cheeks and chin. I felt awful. "Ooh…" I let out a groan and heaved myself into a sitting position. It turns out I had been stripped as well. I was wearing nothing but a simple slip. The expensive clothes Lawrence had lent me were gone. I ran a hand through my hair hitting clumps, tangles, and pieces that were glued together with blood. I looked around dazed taking note that our horse had been slaughtered, our wagon burnt, and everything except some wheat that had been thrown about was stolen.

What of Lawrence?

I got up rather drunkenly, swaying from side to side. If the wagon was toasted where was Lawrence? I heard bells ringing 'round my skull. Panic was an infectious feeling. I sniffed catching the scent of blood. The metallic scent became stronger as I headed a little further into our little site. I came upon the horse and I became grim. Strips of it's side had been peeled away for meat and it's tail and mane had been crudely cut away to be made into brush heads. Flies had already claimed the rest of it. I turned away hastening my steps. I prodded some bushes and searched through some tall grass and there was still no sign of Lawrence.

"Lawrence!?" I tried calling out his name. I sounded hoarse and desperate. Not feeling satisfied I tried again only stronger. "LAWRENCE!!" I shouted letting the air out of my lungs. I listened intently for any sound. I was about to give up listening when I heard some feeble coughs not too far away. I dashed at the meager human noise. I whipped through some low-hanging branches until I came upon a hole. I gulped gazing over the edge. The hole was about three heads taller than me. I let out a sigh as I caught sight of Lawrence's clothing and an arm. I slid down the walls of the hole and knelt down to see if Lawrence had any major wounds.

My assumptions were correct. His right arm was, with out a doubt, completely broken. The left side of his face was so horribly bludgeoned I honestly couldn't tell if his eye was still there and his abdomen was soaked with blood. But above all the rise and fall of his chest assured me he was still alive.

I gently turned him over into a recover position. My voice was soft as I spoke. "Lawrence...can you hear me?" I said trying to get him awake. His eye weas squinted shut but after a few more whisperings he let out a sharp cry as he became more aware. I flinched as all his muscles contracted and he suddenly hauled himself into the wall. "Agh!" he grunted his good arm clutching his sides. His entire body trembled. "Don't move!" I hissed grabbing at his shoulders. His eye flew open at the sound of my voice. "Horo...you're safe? Where's the wagon...? Urhhg...my head..." his thoughts came tumbling out of his mouth. "Shh, shh, shh...You're hurt. Let me help you." I informed him. Lawrence shot me a weary look with his mouth hanging open. He really needed me.

"Okay...I'll try to get you out this hole..." I murmured. I let Lawrence lean on my shoulders as I got into position. He shakily got on his feet and held on to me tightly. I was going to attempt to toss his upper body over the edge and push his bottom afterward. I could easily get out of this hole by myself...

A/N: Hm? A short first chapter you say? Well, yes. The plan is as the chapters progress they will also get longer. I don't know why I'd do this...but...oh well! Thanks for taking the time to read!