When Sara had been six years old, a large spider (in her childish mind, this thing had been the size of her hand) had fallen on her face while she had been playing in the barn, laying on her back in the hay. She had screamed and until this very moment, that had been the most terrifying moment in her life (bar this whole experience).
The terror she felt now, turned that whole episode into paradise. She was unable to stop the tears from rolling down her face as Wolf and the red yautja faced off. Sara had gone through a few emotions, from relief (no Amazon), to indignation (he'd commanded her to 'sit' and 'stay'...) to horror (he looked like he was about to fight…? Sweet Jesus… please no...), to a numb terror ( oh god… ). She was clutching his helmet to her chest, gripping it with a white-knuckle hold. He had piled his armour all around her body (he still wore most of it, just his chest and back was bare), ignoring her so easily. She had been too afraid to bristle.
She moaned and whimpered at the same time as the two vastly different. Wolf was a dark green on the outer edges of his body, a gorgeous yellow on the inside, his chest and face, and speckled with green; and he was red where Wolf was green, and white instead of yellow, collided. Dramatic as it sounds, she had felt her entire body shake and she'd covered her ears with her hands at the deafening roars.
Wolf transformed before her very eyes. She was taken back to their first meeting where her indescribable fear began, when she saw him for the first time, huge and alien and menacing. His muscles rippled and bulged as the two males grappled, her eyes were riveted. She was so fixated on her hunter that she never noticed the crowd gathering (it was a huge room).
Black claws slashed out, animalistic growls echoed from all around, and fluorescent green blood splattered across the floor. Sara tensed and gasped as she was hit with a flashback of her car accident. That was the colour of their blood! Oh god… her eyes found Wolf and she froze. Four green lines marked horizontally across his pectorals. Red had scored the first blow.
She wanted to look away, but her mind and heart insisted she watched. Wolf charged Red, and was slashing at his midsection. His moves were calculated and direct, more bright green splashed. Sara swallowed the elephant trying to come out of her throat and shivered as Wolf and Red went down, slipping on the blood in their wrestling. Wolf got to his feet first and grabbed Red by his throat as the latter was standing up. He body slammed him back on the ground, he did not do this once, but five times.
The metal from his helmet was cutting into her skin unnoticed as Red tripped Wolf (that Red moved at all after what had just happened to him impressed her) and rolled over him, pinning him to the ground. He punched Wolf a handful of times before he was shoved off. Both hunters rolled to their feet, separated briefly. Sara's entire body jumped as they collided again, claws and arms reacting.
Her arms tensed as Wolf roared in pain. Red had torn a dread out of his head and blood pumped from the wound as though an artery had been hit. Her heart stopped and her life flashed before her eyes as his green blood pooled on the floor. Wolf's life blood… and she felt the blood drain from her body just as surely. It was like the wind was rushing towards her at the end of a narrow tunnel.
Wolf smashed his head into Red's face. The blood arced with his movement, and Sara saw it in slow motion as it hit the ground a couple feet away from her. Her lower lip wobbled and she stared in dumbfounded horror at the glowing blood. He was bleeding out… She started rocking back and forth comfortingly.
She clenched her eyes closed and brought her hands together in front of her chest. She bowed her head and started praying. The sounds, cheers from a crowd she had all but ignored, roars and growls, those familiar, comforting noises that she associated with her alien lover, washed over her.
"Heavenly Father," her fingers clenched, "I beseech you to help Wolf survive this." She flinched when a pained roar echoed in the room, followed by the cheers of a bloodthirsty mob, "He's bleeding so much." He hated his hair touched, had warned her, growled at her, it was his weakness, it had to be. "Please do not forsake me here." Her eyelids tightened as more beastial noises were heard,"I cannot survive without him." Her voice lowered, her strength wavered, but she forced herself to continue, "Please hear my prayer," she begged, "Please, just help him live, for me." She could see her mother kissing her small bible in her mind, "I beg of this in the name of your son, Jesus Christ," she paused, opened her eyes and raised her head to look at the fight, "Amen."
The words had barely left her mouth when she realized two things: first, Wolf had the upper hand, and second, they were barely ten feet away (holy shit!). He was holding Red by the throat and was driving his fist into his skull. Both Yautjas were covered in glowing, green blood. Her mouth opened and she swallowed back her scream as Red shoved Wolf away roughly.
Her yautja moved fast, and she was proud of him as he was instantly on top of Red again. She tried to look away when Wolf was taken down but found herself unable to. She had to see it with her own eyes. The crowd roared as Red and Wolf jumped to their feet only to merge together for a few moments before Wolf got the upper and a sickening bone crunching noise was heard. Red roared in pain as Wolf broke both the ulna and radius equivalent in his right arm.
The leader used his left to slash but Wolf blocked with his right arm and then shoved his left claws into Red's chest. Sara's eyes widened and she whimpered as Red screamed (it sounded like a lion dying, high-pitched and deafening). Wolf was pulling something from the other yautja's chest, she couldn't see what it was. There was a huge hole in Red's chest as he fell backwards and dropped to the ground into a seated position, green blood pumping onto the floor.
He raised his face to Wolf, who had come to stand above him, his left hand fully green, still holding whatever he had pulled from the leader. The room had gone silent as Red raised his head and spoke to Wolf. A conversation seemed to be happening and Sara gasped when Wolf's wrist blade exploded from his gauntlet and he decapitated the leader in one fell swoop.
Wolf bent and grabbed Red by the dreads before he raised it above his head with one arm and roared at all the yautjas that had gathered in the room. They all roared in response and their raised spears. Sara had to cover her ears.
The head was dropped to the ground unceremoniously and the crowd that had gathered began dispersing until all that remained was her and Wolf. He advanced towards her, clicking and chirping at her as he came, and dropped to his knees in front of her.
"Wolf protect Sara," he rumbled, reaching forward and grabbing her hand.
Sara burst into tears and nodded. "Oh god, yes you do…" she was unable told herself back as she wrapped her arms about his wide shoulders and hugged him tightly. She tried to be careful of his wounds, but her relief was palpable, "I fucking love you!" She sobbed burying her face in his neck, her body shaking with her words.
He froze, and started to purr loudly. The sound washing over her, calming her fears. His big arms wrapped around her gently and he lowered his head. His musk suddenly heavy in the air despite all his injuries.
"Good girl," he purred, his voice low and gravelly.