Disclaimer: I do not own The 100, Marvel or DC
Warnings for child abandonment, talk of the witch hunts, bigotry, gun violence and plans of torture.
Wolf's injury
It was learned by Clarke Griffin and her fourteen girlfriends, that the child that Clarke found in the forest, Madi, was abandoned by her own parents. And that Madi used to live in Iowa, with her parents. She and her parents, had come here and then had gone on a road trip.
It had infuriated Clarke and all of her girlfriends, learning this. This girl was abandoned. And when they'd asked what the parents' names were, Madi hadn't even known her parents' names.
Then again, Madi was very, very young.
It was most likely that she wasn't old enough to know her parents' names. They were just "mommy" and "daddy."
And "mommy" and "daddy" had left her to die in the forest.
The small child had taken the fact that Clarke was a werewolf, extremely well.
After Clarke had brought Madi in and had changed back into her human form, Madi had watched with fascination as Clarke wrapped herself in cloth, and looked over at Madi, sad, and she and her girlfriends had asked Madi if she could remember anything about where she and her parents lived in Iowa.
Madi didn't all that much. Just that she and her family lived in a small town. And there were a lot of houses with lawns in front. And that there were a lot of highways nearby. And a mall with a lot of trees there. And a lawn where geese often were.
That told them nothing.
That could describe almost any suburb in the United States.
The vote had been made between Clarke and her girlfriends practically instantly.
It was split between them, but not evenly.
Clarke, because she always feared what could happen, should she lose control of her werewolf instincts, she never wanted anyone to be in danger from her.
And because of this? She voted that they find a good family for Madi to stay with that wasn't them.
This was a decision that Sylvie, Maria and Natasha agreed with. But not for the reasons that Clarke did. They and the rest of Clarke's girlfriends could never believe Clarke to be dangerous-she was not dangerous, regardless of how powerful she was as a werewolf.
But Natasha, Sylvie and Maria decided on this, because they felt like they were not equipped to look after a child.
It wasn't because they disliked children. Natasha was actually very good with children. But she felt like they didn't have enough experience to look after a child.
Then there were the verdicts of Wanda, Helena, Dinah, Shayera, Diana, Felicia, Carol, Mari, Melina, Yelena and Brunnhilde.
They wanted to keep Madi.
They pointed out that they had talked before about having children. And Clarke's girlfriends all knew that Clarke wanted children, even if she was terrified of any possible children inheriting her werewolf genes, and the possibility of her endangering those children.
And they felt that having a child around would be good for her and for them.
Many of Clarke's girlfriends, also wanted children.
But Clarke? She so feared what might happen, should she lose control of her instincts.
And besides, she and her girlfriends had friends who would question why they had a child with them.
Sure, they could tell their friends that they had found Madi in the forest, and that Madi was abandoned, but what then? Tell their friends that they were going to raise the child themselves?
Were they going to raise Madi till she was eighteen and send her off to college? Sure, they could afford it and afford send her off to Princeton.
And they could make sure Madi would be well-off.
But could they really take care of a kid for this long?
It was almost five days, since Clarke had found Madi.
The small girl had come to enjoy and see wonder in the big house full of many rooms. Not to mention became fascinated with the many reptiles that lived in the house with her new protectors.
Clarke had carefully introduced Madi to all her reptiles, and Madi had stared at the reptiles, fascinated.
Clarke had no cooking talent, however, those of them that knew how to cook; Wanda, Shayera, Sylvie and Felicia, made plenty of food for the girl.
Clarke honestly, had a hard time being consistently insistent on Madi not living with them.
That was, when she saw how sweet her girlfriends were with the small child.
And her four girlfriends, who knew how to cook, easily had scrounged up enough salted pig meat, cheese, tomato sauce and some cooked sliced carrots to make pork meatballs for the girl.
But still, she stated that Madi would be better off without having Clarke in her life.
Her girlfriends were disturbed at Clarke's words, not liking it when she spoke badly about herself.
Clarke hadn't continued speaking badly of herself, seeing her girlfriends' troubled expressions, worried she might upset them.
On this night, the fifth night that they had the young girl with them, that Clarke watched as Carol and Diana set the many tables, which they had purchased and pushed together.
The tables that they had, were made up of four tables. They had other tables, stashed away. But the four tables they had bought, they had pushed together.
They had a lot of money, but they hadn't wanted to waste it on some very long, expensive, table made out of polished, hefty wood. Such an elongated table, would put them at a very big distance from each other and they didn't want that.
So, instead, they had bought four shorter, plastic tables and pushed them up against each other, making a larger table that way, but not so much so, that they would be separated from each other.
But it would still be enough that all fourteen of Clarke's girlfriends, Clarke herself and Madi, could sit down and face each other while they were eating.
After Carol and Diana had set the table completely, putting out all the plates, glasses, napkins, forks and knives, everyone sat down, then Sylvie and Wanda brought over the large bowls and platters full of food for the night.
All the doors and windows were locked. So, they were all secure in their house.
And they had contact to their friends and to many allies, should they need help. Not to mention there were many firearms all around the house that Clarke had gotten.
Not to mention, Clarke herself was dangerous.
And her many girlfriends were dangerous on their own.
The point was, they were safe from any potential human intruders.
So, they all felt secure, when their drinks were all poured and they all had food upon their plates and began to eat.
Madi had insisted upon sitting in the chair right next to Clarke. Clarke was hesitant to allow that, but at a few aggravated looks from her girlfriends, she had sighed and nodded and had allowed it.
Shayera sat on Madi's other side. And Wanda sat at Clarke's other side. Natasha sat at Wanda's other side, Yelena sat at Natasha's other side and Melina sat at Yelena's other side.
Brunnhilde sat at Shayera's other side. Maria sat at Brunnhilde's other side. Sylvie sat at Maria's other side. Mari sat at Sylvie's other side.
And Helena sat down at Melina's other side. Dinah sat at Helena's other side.
Diana sat at Dinah's other side. Carol sat at Diana's other side. And Felicia sat at Carol's other side, and Felicia also sat at Mari's other side.
They drank and ate well.
Madi, who cried a lot on the first few nights, smiled more and more. To her, much to Clarke's worry, Clarke was a new attachment.
Which led to Madi eating more confidently, taking in more.
The many dishes in question, across the table, were strips of boar bacon, pan seared slices of root vegetables and a spiced elk stew, made from a few turkeys that Wanda and her twin brother, Pietro had hunted down for them with rifles.
They always made sure there was some meat dish on the table.
Not just because Clarke was a werewolf and because biologically speaking, she needed meat in her system.
But because meat was essential. They knew that the "vegan movement" was increasing over time, and if that worked for people, fine, but Clarke and her girlfriends would not give up meat for anything.
It was one of the reasons why Clarke was always grateful for her girlfriends opening up the possibility of making food from possums and raccoons too. Hey-they'd make due, regardless with what animals.
Not foxes, squirrels, chipmunks and rabbits though, because they were too cute.
And not woodchucks or groundhogs, either. Because apparently, those animals ran the risk of serious diseases to humans, if eaten.
Coyotes, possums, raccoons and even the occasional snakes or bears, were good meat.
Just a week before Clarke had found Madi, Helena had used her crossbow to take out a big nest of several copperheads and she, Clarke and the others had "barbecued copperhead meat."
Honestly? It had been delicious.
Clarke had made the joke, with a stereotypical southern drawl that it was, "some real good redneck eatin'."
This had earned several laughs and a few swats on Clarke's behind from a smirking Shayera, then a smirking Carol, which had brought a couple of moans from their submissive lover.
They finished up their current meal at the table-Madi had eaten so much that she burped several times, smiling all the times she did.
When young Madi was finished with her food, she got out of her chair and hopped up on Clarke's chair, sitting on Clarke's lap.
Clarke looked down at the small child, startled.
Madi smiled up at her, cuddling close, clearly afraid of not being held right now. Clarke looked at her lovers and shifted uneasily in her chair at the hopeful expressions she saw from them.
Clearly, they liked seeing Clarke with young Madi. Glad that Clarke was being sweet and soft with the girl.
But Clarke knew this couldn't last. It couldn't last for all that long, and it couldn't even last all that long right now.
Because Clarke could feel it. Her werewolf form was going to come out soon.
A werewolf's transformation, was in no way like how it was in the books and movies and TV shows.
The full moon had nothing to do with it.
A werewolf changed regardless of what the moon looked like. And sometimes the change couldn't be controlled.
Clarke could feel it, she was going to change, even if she didn't want to.
Which meant that she needed to get outside and get away from Madi.
Yes, she was more or less docile around human beings, and around the girl. So, for Madi's sake, Clarke would stay away from her while she went into her werewolf form.
It was the best thing to do.
Clarke leaned down, gently kissed Madi on her forehead, but then picked her up off of her lap, and placed her back onto Madi's respective chair, getting up from her own chair, and walking away from the dining room, speaking quickly, in an apologetic voice, "I'm sorry. I gotta go. I can feel it. I'm going to change soon."
Several of Clarke's lovers sighed. They understood. But Clarke didn't need to run from them.
They knew how tame Clarke actually was.
Clarke would never hurt a human, much less one of them. Much less a young human girl of only five.
As it turned out, Madi was five years old.
And Clarke would never hurt a kid.
But Clarke was so sure that she was a "dangerous monster" when she turned into a werewolf, that she wouldn't hear anything otherwise.
At Madi's saddened look, seeing Clarke departing from the table, Shayera reassured her.
"It's alright, Madi," she said, "Clarke will be back soon. She just feels more comfortable as a werewolf in the woods."
That wasn't exactly a lie. While the majority of the reason why Clarke so far, left her loved ones while a werewolf, was because she was afraid of harming them in any way, she also felt more comfortable as a werewolf, in the forest. In an environment more suited for her.
And well, werewolves were nothing, if not rulers of the forest.
Clarke pulled her keys out and placed them on the bookshelf next to the front door, then quickly left the house, knowing that her girlfriends would lock the door behind her and she was satisfied when, a few miles away, she heard a clicking noise from behind the door of the house and she went into the forest, shedding her clothing and shoes.
She had left the keys in the house, because she didn't want any possible human that she didn't know trying to get into her home.
When she was buck naked, Clarke dove into the brush, feeling it right beneath her skin, feeling her animal about to come out, about to tear its way right out.
Clarke could feel her very slim and almost nonexistent muscles ripple, could feel herself growing larger, taller. She could feel her face pushing outwards. Feel her teeth changing and becoming sharp.
Her senses heightened.
As a werewolf, her senses were already extremely strong by human standards.
She could hear people talking from miles and miles away. She could smell a single drop of blood almost an hour away. She could see the details of a person several streets away. And her vision was even better at night.
Her sense of taste? She knew that she had more tense taste buds than humans ever would.
To her, a delicious slab of roast beef, held so many flavors that humans couldn't even taste.
Humans' taste buds were limited to sweet, sour, spicy, savory, salty, bitter and this one other one called "umami."
But for werewolves, there were so many other flavors.
And the scents that Clarke were taking in right now, she could practically taste them.
Musty scents, earthy scents and more.
Clarke let out a deep, and thunderous roar, as she fully transformed, stretching out like a mass of muscles.
Her fingers became larger and longer, and claws slipped out of her fingertips. And a mouth full of razor-sharp fangs were out and ready to bite and cut.
Her eyes were gold, her fur snow-white colored. Her ears pricked and she was on both her hands and feet, ready to gallop through the forest.
She kneeled down, then leapt up from the ground and bounded into the different clusters of trees, loping between them through the forest.
Back at the house, a sad looking Madi, watched as Clarke's girlfriends locked the house up after Clarke departed.
Wanda and Natasha kneeled down next to the small girl and Natasha said softly, smiling, making Madi turn around to face her, "It's alright, sweetie. Clarke will be back soon. Promise. She just needs some time in the woods."
Madi nodded, still looking sad.
"Okay," she said.
Wanda seemed to understand and nodded, realizing that the reason why the girl looked sad was because she thought Clarke was going to leave forever, so, Wanda said, "You miss your mommy and daddy?"
Madi nodded again, tears beginning to spill down her face.
"Come here, baby," Wanda said soothingly, scooping Madi up and she and Natasha stood up, holding the small girl between them reassuringly.
In the forest, an hour from where Clarke was beginning to run, there was a tall, gruff, white man who appeared to be in his late fifties or early sixties.
Anyone who knew him, would have thought of him a very reasonable man. Unfortunately, that was only because they didn't know what he did in his free time.
His name was Nathan Christopher Charles Summers. Strapped to his back was a large shotgun, loaded and had the safety on.
There were several cartridges full of bullets in each part of his belt.
He was a werewolf hunter. He had killed werewolves now for years.
His first werewolf, he had killed up to fifty years ago, when he'd been fifteen years old.
His mother and father were killed by a werewolf when he was only ten years old. A group of werewolf hunters had taken him in and had taught him everything he needed to know.
He would help capture them, would help take knives and guns and kill each werewolf, they caught.
Now, in his old and gray state, he knew that he was getting long in the tooth, but he was still on a vigil watch over all towns, to protect those towns from the monsters that were werewolves.
He had a big, heavy flashlight in his right hand, shining the light all over the ground, inspecting the ground for any possible paw prints.
It was when he was close to the largest tree that was right next to a small, narrow creek, that he heard something large and powerful, crashing through the woods.
And he heard some very, very familiar animal sounds.
Growls. Snarls. Animal grunts.
Sounds that were familiar for a specific reason.
The sounds that werewolves made, weren't like the sounds other predators of the woods made.
The sounds werewolves made were always deeper, lower, more thunderous.
Loud enough to strike fear into the very bones of even the fiercest of enemies.
And Nathan Christopher Charles Summers? Codename: "Cable?"
He knew what those noises came from.
"Werewolf," he growled hatefully.
He changed his flashlight from his right hand to his left hand, then reached his right hand to his shotgun, opened it up and checked the bullets. Yes, loaded, just as he recalled loading it.
At his age? He wasn't always sure he had done something that he thought he'd previously done.
He closed up the shotgun, pulled off the safety and started moving through the forest, raising his gun and aiming it as he began to go past the many trees and went past the narrow creek.
As he did? The sounds got louder.
Much louder.
Cable's grip around his shotgun tightened, when he heard a huge crash and snapping noise just half a mile away, then heard another low growl through the air.
He knew he was close to the abomination.
He then, when he was getting close, heard another loud crashing noise, and he realized that the werewolf running at him, had stopped in their tracks and was no longer charging forward.
Cable narrowed his eyes. He didn't understand.
Why was the monster stopping? Could it smell what was in his hands? Could it smell the gunpowder inside?
He had heard that a few werewolves, with particularly strong senses of smell, could smell gun powder, right through the metal casing of the bullets.
Suddenly, he heard the distinct sound of the werewolf that only was a few feet from him, shifting around violently…and running in the opposite direction of Cable.
"What the fuck?" Cable demanded, running after the fleeing monster.
"Come back here, coward!" Cable snarled, bursting through the trees.
He spotted a large, fleeing figure, and at the wild fur covering the creature, he knew he'd found his werewolf.
He aimed his gun and fired.
Back at the house, the sound of the loud, very familiar "bang" noise, rang through the air and caused several of Clarke's girlfriends to gasp.
They went to the windows, hearing the terrible sound.
"What the hell?" Yelena demanded.
"Was that a gunshot?" Mari asked, bristling.
"It sure sounded like it," Shayera said, backing away from the windows, "Clarke…,"
Wanda and Natasha cursed quietly, and handed the small girl in their hands to Melina. Melina held Madi close as Wanda and Natasha and Diana went upstairs, to get their guns, tasers and the cannisters of pepper spray.
When the group that were going out, were all armed to the teeth, with bullet proof vests, loaded handguns and shotguns, charged tasers and full pepper spray cannisters, they moved out, switching on their flashlights and closing the door of the house behind them.
They heard the clicking of the lock of the front door and they moved out.
Madi would be safe with the others, and they were going to go get Clarke.
If someone was shooting at her…
"Who the fuck would ever shoot at Clarke?" Dinah demanded, holding the handle of her gun tightly.
"Because people are dumb and weak," Helena answered, "They see a werewolf and they think that it's a monster."
There were several snorts of disbelief, even if they knew that Helena was right.
Clarke was a werewolf, but she might as well have been the sweetest and shyest werewolf in existence.
She didn't attack humans.
Nothing in her nature could motivate her to attack a human being.
To open fire on Clarke with a gun, a bow and arrow, a crossbow or anything, really, would be outright foolishness. Not to mention despicable.
Clarke would never hurt anyone.
But human beings would always fear what they didn't understand. So, if they saw an extremely large creature with a long muzzle, and fangs and claws, a creature that was covered in white fur in the forest, they would jump to conclusions that would be incorrect and start shooting or grabbing the torches and pitchforks.
After all, wasn't that mostly history, in a nutshell?
Both human beings that just couldn't fit in by the narrow-minded standards of other humans, and actual supernatural beings being cast out?
Anyone who bothered paying attention to the history of some witch hunts, would know that there had been several people "tried" and brutally slaughtered for supposedly being werewolves.
It appeared that the more things changed, the more they stayed the same.
They had tried to stay in a part of the woods where other human beings wouldn't bother with. But it looked like even near here, there were more human beings.
All armed, Helena, Dinah, Diana, Shayera, Yelena and Maria, moved out, all ready to protect Clarke.
They went out across the property and then entered the forest, hearing more gunshots ringing out in the air. They then heard the sounds of something large crashing through the forest, which they knew had to be Clarke, fleeing from whatever piece of shit was shooting at her.
They moved through the forest as fast as they could, following the chaotic cacophony.
They then saw an unmistakable large figure covered in fur, shooting past them, running to the next part of the forest, and rage went through the lovers of the creature that ran by, when they saw dark liquid falling on the ground.
Clarke was hurt. She was injured.
Whoever was shooting, had injured her.
All three Helena, Diana and Yelena thought the same exact thing.
That they weren't even going to wait for an explanation about who this shooter was and where he was from.
No, they were just going to kill him.
Maria, Shayera and Dinah, however, had plans. They needed to know who sent this shooter. And if that meant torturing this person till they gave information, which honestly, after what they had seen happen to Clarke, was something all three women severely hoped for.
The six women charged forward, when they saw a tall, large, muscled man, bearing a gun, running after Clarke.
"Come back, weakling!" The man spat, "I'll wear your hide as a belt by the time I'm done!"
Yelena screamed, enraged and opened fire.
Her scream just barely alerted the man, and when he was about to swivel around to face her, to aim the gun at her, both Yelena and Helena opened fire.
They hit his legs, the bullets shooting through his legs piercing his muscles and bones.
The man screamed in agony, dropping the gun to the ground.
The rest of the women were upon him in seconds.
Diana, Shayera and Maria, grabbed his arms and pulled him down, Diana pressing her rifle against the man's throat and the others going to restrain his legs.
"You're fucked now, asshole," Yelena spat, and Dinah came over, bearing her gun, grabbing it by the barrel and swinging down, the handle of the gun, smashing the man right in the face, and she did it again and again, till the man was unconscious.
When they no longer felt him move, just breathing slowly, Diana, Shayera, Maria and Helena chose to stay, watching him.
Yelena and Dinah, were sent to bring Clarke back.
Yelena and Dinah left the others and the man and went running to the forest further, looking for Clarke.
They knew by now that Clarke very likely would be scared and very, very unlikely to come out into the open willingly after what had happened to her.
"Clarke?" Dinah called out, "Clarke, sweetie? It's okay, it's us! You can come out. We won't hurt you, baby."
They shined their flashlights over many groups of trees, hoping desperately to find some flash of white fur, or a glint of yellow-gold eyes, but seeing nothing.
Yelena growled a curse out in Russian, then asked Dinah, "Why the hell would that sukin cyn come after Clarke?"
Dinah grunted, not sure any more than Yelena was. She had heard Yelena use that Russian insult enough times, to know that it meant, "son of a whore."
"I don't know," Dinah answered, "But what I could see of the fucker? He looked older. Probably a professional werewolf hunter or something."
Yelena growled under her breath. Shit.
Clarke had told them about people like that when they'd first found out about Clarke being a werewolf.
She had told them about how some humans were hired to hunt down and kill werewolves.
It was one of the most pointless things to ever waste your money on.
On trying to kill werewolves?
Yes, there were dangerous werewolves out there. But weren't there also way more dangerous human beings out there?
Humans who would slit your throat in seconds, just to get a pile of money?
Humans who would have disemboweled you the first chance they got over a moldy crust of bread?
Humans who would bomb other countries, just because they were "scared" that that country would attack first?
Humans who raped and murdered all the time?
And these were the creatures that you were supposed to feel more sympathy for than any werewolf? What a joke.
And Clarke? Clarke was the sweetest werewolf in existence. She'd never harm a human.
And some pig of a human being had chased her down with a gun, with the intention of killing her.
Someone who, was barely even with a modicum of what Clarke was worth as a feeling sentient being, and he had tried to kill her.
Yelena knew something. She knew two things, in fact. She knew that number one; that the rest of the others would want to interrogate the man they had in their custody for information, but Yelena knew that she would kill the man, as soon as they were done questioning him.
Yelena would put a gun to his arm, shoot it, and watch the bullet go through his arm. Then she'd do the same to his other arm. Then his leg. Then his other leg. Then his dick. Then she'd stick the barrel of her gun in his mouth and splatter his brains all over the wall behind him.
Dinah probably detected where Yelena's thoughts were going, because she grumbled, "Hold off on the plans of torture, Belova. We need to know who sent him first."
Yelena scoffed, "Yeah, yeah."
They reached the edge of the forest, and when they did they spotted movement of a large creature.
"Clarke," Dinah said, breaking out into a grin, "Baby, we're right here."
"Baby?" Yelena yelled.
They closed in on a large figure between the trees, crouching.
They got close, but every time they tried to get close, the figure would back away. They could see enough of the figure to see Clarke's lupine muzzle.
"Clarke, please, sweetie," Yelena said, and Clarke whined, backing up some more.
Yelena and Dinah looked at each other, sadly, realizing that Clarke wasn't going to come out.
She was too traumatized.
She had never hurt anyone, then she had to run from someone that had tried to kill her and would have taken her pelt.
Clarke wouldn't be able to removed from her spot.
Not for a while.
Dinah and Yelena made a decision then. To back home and get Wanda, Natasha and Mari.
Dinah stayed with Clarke while Yelena went back to the house.
Yelena got Wanda, Natasha and Mari and brought them back to where Clarke was lurking in the woods.
Yelena, Wanda, Natasha and Mari arrived back at where Clarke was, and they inched closer to where Clarke was.
"Clarke?" Natasha said softly, "Malen'kiy? We need you to come out and change back so we can look at your wounds."
Clarke shifted and whined loudly, claws digging into the ground.
Her lovers could practically hear what the scared werewolf was thinking, without any human speech.
They could more or less interpret Clarke's actions.
The translation of Clarke's movements and whines were, "I don't wanna come out."
"I know, sweetie," Wanda said, tears in her eyes, knowing Clarke was terrified and injured, "We all know you don't want to come out. But we need you to come back with us to the house, okay? We'll look at your wound."
Clarke whined again, raised her large right paw and pressed her claws to where they presumed the wound was.
They understood the translation of that action, too.
What Clarke was saying was, "That man hurt me."
"We know, baby, we know," Mari said, "But we need to look at your wound. We have to make sure it's not infected and we have to stop the bleeding."
Clarke shifted some more, growling. The message was clear enough. "I'm scared."
Wanda, Natasha, Mari, Yelena and Dinah all were having a hard time not crying.
Clarke was literally the tamest werewolf that anyone could meet. And she'd been shot.
She must have been terrified.
"Clarke," Natasha said, as she, Wanda and Mari moved closer, "We need you to come out and let us take you back home."
Clarke growled and tried to back away some more, but Wanda reached out and gently took Clarke's large hand in her softer one.
"Clarke, please," Wanda said, unable to help the begging words and begging tone, "Please just let us take you back to the house and take care of you, sweetie."
Clarke growled and shook her head slightly, but after several seconds of Wanda looking at her pleadingly and feeling Wanda pull her, Clarke finally obeyed.
Clarke slowly crept out of where she was crouching and crawled over between Wanda, Natasha, Mari, Dinah and Yelena, and she began to change back to her human form.
Slowly, her fur, claws and fangs disappeared. Her gold eyes changed back to sky-blue and her ears were no longer pointed.
Her body shrank, becoming smaller and less muscled.
Natasha and Mari pulled the long, thin blankets they had under their arms and unfolded the blankets and covered both of them around their lover.
They slowly helped Clarke up off of the ground, inspecting her for injuries.
The beams of the flashlights were on Clarke's body, checking her all over.
All nine women with Clarke, felt their teeth clench and their eyes narrow with rage, when they saw the bullet would right at Clarke's right leg, on her outer thigh. Thankfully, she didn't appear to be hurt anywhere else.
Clarke winced in pain, whimpering, but was able to stand, with her lovers' help.
"We're going to take you home now, okay, baby girl?" Wanda said and Clarke nodded, leaning into the older woman's hand, when Wanda placed it on Clarke's left cheek.
Clarke's girlfriends, got her to move away from where she had tried to stay, previously as a werewolf, and even with Clarke wincing in pain, they got her past where the human hunter lay, watched by Helena, Diana, Shayera and Maria.
"Clarke," Diana said, smiling, when she caught sight of lit by several of the flashlight beams.
"I'm okay," Clarke promised, also smiling at where Diana, Helena, Shayera and Maria were kneeling, "Except I have a bullet in my leg."
"We'll deal with that in a moment, love," Natasha assured her young lover.
"What do we do with him?" Yelena asked, disgust in her voice as she glared at where the human hunter lay.
"Let's find out who he works with," Shayera said, looking down at their prisoner, "Or if he works alone. We can throw him into one of the larger rooms we were reserving to be a big terrarium."
The new house that they owned, came with a lot of extra room, which they had done deliberately, both for more space because of all of them, and because they wanted room for more reptiles.
Which made it convenient for throwing someone who they now considered their prisoner, into and keeping there for a time.
"What if he doesn't talk?" Clarke asked, trying to ignore the uncomfortable instincts she felt when she smelled this man's scent.
These were strange, alien instincts. Instincts that told her to kill. Not for food. Not for protection.
But out of hate and fear.
To kill someone for that reason? That was something completely new to her, when it came to her instincts.
"Oh," Maria said, smirking down at the man who had shot her and the other women's lover, "I really, really hope that he doesn't willingly talk."
It was a rarity for Diana to smirk about such things, but she had to agree with Maria, as did the rest of Clarke's lovers present. This man had hurt Clarke, and now they would hurt him. Either by tearing the answers out of him and killing him, or by getting no answers, because he worked alone, and they'd torture him to death, anyway.
Either way? They were going to torture this man for what he had done to their Clarke.
