The Wolves
After counting them up, Derek realized not as many of his dead had been put down by whoever had escaped from them as he had first thought. When the traps went off, two of the trucks had stuck closed and those uglies had been shut safely inside. That was also likely part of the reason why the people had been able to escape from his trap, even if they had help. He had thought they would need to take a while to round up more dead, but now he knew what they already had would suit his plans just fine.
Now instead of catching uglies, he could rest a few days instead and let his shoulder heal up. He also wanted to make the people he meant to kill sweat a little. Maybe some of them would even come looking for him and he could pick them off one by one. Or maybe they were so dumb they would drop their guard and make it easier for him when he went back to get them.
He sent Jared and Jon out looking for the first thing they needed. A car. And at least one pig for the slaughter. But that could wait a few more days. If they caught someone now, they would have to keep them tied up until they were ready to go back, and that could get pretty annoying. Derek leaned back against the wall, feeling the point of the arrow that Dani had pulled out of his back. He ran his thumb back and forth across it, thinking about the woman that had shot him. He wondered if she regretted not leaving with him, now that her friend was dead. She just didn't understand what he was offering her yet. If she knew he was meant to be the leader of the new world order, he was sure she would change her mind. Or maybe she just didn't want to leave her baby behind. Wolves were always protective of their young. At first Derek had wanted to kill her baby, when a new alpha took over a pack, they usually killed all the young to force the females to go into heat. But Derek had liked watching her with her little one, especially when she had been using her breast to feed him. If it amused her, and if she promised not to run away again, he supposed she could keep her baby.
Dani was sitting a few feet away, sulking. She saw Derek looking at her and she crossed her arms and scowled at him. Fucking disrespectful is what that was. She had been catching a little attitude with him lately and he didn't like it one bit. And the other day after RickyJo had escaped from their camp, she had yelled at him. He had not forgotten about that. Derek raised his hand and motioned for her to come to him.
"Fuck you Derek," she said, "go back and try your luck with your stupid ass girlfriend." Dani knew she was probably going to take a beating for this, but she was so mad she didn't even care. And he needed her for the attack plan, so he wasn't going to be able to hurt her so she couldn't walk. Dani hated that woman with the tattoos more than she had ever hated anyone in her whole life. More than her father and mother and more than Derek on the days when he was at his worst. Derek could make his plans. She had plans of her own. When they went back there, she was going to kill that woman. Then Derek would stop all this nonsense and go back to being in love with her.
Derek was on his feet in an instant, grabbing her up by the arm and slapping her hard across the face. Then he threw her on the ground and started pulling at her clothes. She slapped him back, hard across the face with the open palm of her hand. He was so shocked it stopped him for a second, an angry red mark shaped like her hand welling up on his cheek. It had been a long time since the last time Dani fought him. He grabbed her around the throat, choking her. From the look on his face, Dani wasn't sure if he was going to stop. Is this it, she thought, everything we have done and seen and this is going to be the end for me? She let go of his arms and lay back, relaxing. A part of her wanted him to do it. If he didn't want her anymore, what was the point of living. She had never known a life without Derek.
But just when things were starting to go black, he let go of her. She was coughing and gasping for breath when he grabbed her shoulders hard and flipped her over, yanking her hips up so she was on her hands and knees. He ripped her pants down and shoved into her, holding her hard by the hair with one hand and taking the arrow head out of his pocket to hold it in his other hand. Dani was crying, angry at him and disgusted with herself for liking what he was doing. She would see how he much Derek wanted to think about that other woman while he rode her after Dani ripped her pretty little face off. The only army that bitch was going to be the leader of was the army of the dead. Thinking about what she was going to do excited Dani, the same way torturing women the guys had tied up did, and she found herself climaxing hard. Derek went a few seconds later, gripping the arrow head so hard it left marks on his palm, and mumuring that other woman's name. When he was done, he shoved Dani away from him like she was a disease. She pulled her pants back up and sat down, rubbing at her neck.
"Why do you hate me so much?," Dani asked him suddenly. Derek looked at her. Did she want to get choked out again, because he had no problem dishing out some more of what he had already given her.
"You are worthless to me now," Derek informed her. She looked confused so he thought he would explain. Dani had never exactly been the brightest bulb in the box. "You can't get pregnant." Dani was shocked. That's what all this was about, Derek wanted a baby? He didn't even like babies. And he had never said word one to her about this before. She felt a sudden surge of anger. If she was barren, he had made her that way from all the things he did to her back when she was still a girl. He had been taking her for years before she even got her period. It had probably screwed up something inside her and made it so could never have kids. And now he wanted to tell her she was worthless, what a fucking piece of shit. Well Derek was going to get his. He could count on that. By the end of this, she was going to have him on his knees, begging her to love him again.