The next morning I was once again brought out of my chamber and brought to my mate's. They had always done this. He would not stop, I needed help and I needed it fast. Time I feared was running out as fast as I could blink.

Once I was brought into his sleeping chamber I saw that he was obviously expecting me. He was always expecting me and he always expected something else from me too.

He approached me as the members of the clan which held me left. He stopped and looked down on my pitiful form.

He towered above me and it sometimes hurt as I strained my neck to look up at him but then again, all of my body hurt. From head to toe it eternally ached.

I lowered my head, refusing to look up at him as he ran his hand tenderly across my shoulder. He had never been gentle like this before and it was strange to me. He watched his hand as they moved away from my shoulders and soon across my breast. I foolishly but bravely interfered by slapping his hand away and backing away from him altogether.

His smile soon turned to a fit of rage. His giant manibles flared in rage. At that moment I felt sheer fear. There was nothing I could have done to prevent him grabbing me and then throwing me onto his bed. I tried to get up but his massive muscular bulk lay on top of me.

I panicked; I could not take any more hours of torture. His bulk was crushing my body. It pinned me to the bed as my mouth was covered by his large clawed hand. And to make my anguish worse he began to mate with me. I could feel it. It was the most painful thing I had ever felt.

It kept up until nearly felt sick. I had cried out and whimpered so much until my throat hurt. But my attempt to cry for help cost me dearly. He clenched his fist and punched me in the throat, in my windpipe. My heart throbbed and my lungs could not breathe. I tried to call out again but I could not. I could not speak.

I felt tears fall down my eyes as knew I had no choice but to lay there and take it. I was a mute oh so suddenly and again he did not care about it, about me. My only purpose was to produce a pup. Nothing more. To him that was only purpose in the universe, it was the only thing I was born to do.

By the time he was done and I was once again dragged back to my shabby looking chamber I felt as though I could barely walk. The in-between of my legs hurt so much, because of him!

I remember I curled up in a tight ball that following night and thought about what it would be like to be free. Free from suffering, free from pain, free from this life.

As I lay there, I listened to the grunting and growling of other males. I knew that two already stood outside my poor excuse for a chamber, guarding the entrance which was a nothing more than a dusty, oversized crack in the wall.

Then as I continued to listen to the continuous noises and disturbances coming from outside I suddenly felt the last of my strength fade and my weary eyes grow slightly heavier.

Then before I could think anything else I let my instincts of sleep take over. Then within a few moments all my pain and suffering ceased to exist as my world went black.

Meanwhile in the outer rims of the galaxy a Yautja flagship was drifting through the different atmospheres of different planets, different worlds to be explored.

The ship was truly beautiful. Its size was beyond compare and their designs were ancient. The glowing red writing of their language decorated the walls and chambers of the giant craft.

It was merely a symbol of the Yautja's ability to relate and master space craft and travel. Their very race was ancient but powerful.

They were born hunters; they fought and hunted dangerous and lethal prey for sport and honour. To be accepted as a blooded hunter.

As beautiful and magnificent as the giant space craft was it was still a hard place for a Yautja to live for several months while on a hunting trip.

All Yautja clans were all put under the leadership of one alpha male. An elder. Very rarely was there a matriarch female.

The elder of the predator flagship was both brave and wise. His name was elder Tarik. He was a highly respected member of the Yautia clan. He had hunted and survived many hunts and that had earned him to mate. To continue his blood line.

He had spawned a son, a young male hunter named La'Takesh who was nicknamed 'Wolf' by his father and fellow Yautja for his speed and Agility in a hunt. He was also called Wolf because he had the mating call that sounded exactly like the wild dog itself. He was one of the youngest hunters to ever have become blooded and was also well known for it.

He was considered a loner; he had no time for females. He did not have many friends. As the son of an elder he was always taught that he had responsibilities as a future leader, as a hunter, as a Yautia.

Deep inside the flagship Wolf was enduring his usual routine. He was being trained by his father's best warriors. He had found the training slightly simple but boring.

He was a fully skilled hunter and had never found the need to know thing that according to him he already knew.

His ceremonial dagger was sharpened and he was keen and agile. His opponent had struck him numerous times and had succeeded. The young predator as the humans called the species was simply in no mood to carry on with his training.

It was even clear to his trainer that practicing his hunting skills was simply not his number one priority at the moment.

Sensing what was wrong the warrior stopped and retracted his large wrist blades as he strode powerfully over to the young hunter. He shook Wolf's shoulder in a gesture of rough play. His trainers name was Hiju.

He had known him since he was a pup and he had always been there for him, especially at the time of his mother's death.

As he continued to stride over to his leader's son, Wolf saw him approaching and rose to his feet before his comrade could sit beside him.

The strong young male bowed his head in respect to his trainer "I will be in my chamber." He said in a deep, echoing voice.

The older Yauja nodded and replied "I shall inform your father that your training has ended for now."

He nodded as they beat their chests and without saying another word he left the training quarters of the ship.