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Chapter Nine: Need Help
The Wolfrider's face ran with tears, and she gritted her teeth, shuddering. She lay partially on top of Bretch, who had an arm wrapped around her waist.; she was farther towards the wall than Bretcch. He woke as a sob she could not stifle burst from her. She had one arm wrapped around her lower belly, where she aced terribly after last night, and the other hand on the shoulder opposite its arm.
As she watched apprehensively, he rolled over so he faced her, smiling tenderly, and took an arm from outside the blanket they both lay under, placing his palm on her cheek, but she twitched away and rolled so she faced the wall and a fresh wash of tears came.
Even after he had said he understood her love for Scouter, he had forced her to join with him again against her will! He still thought she could love him, even after last night. She sobbed again, squeezing her eyes shut hard, and biting her lip.
No, Bretch was not her friend anymore. He may even be her enemy now, she thought bitterly.
"Dewshine?" he asked softly. "Are you well?" The elf caught her breath. After what he had done to her he had to ask if she was al right!
"No." she told him, lowering her head farther, curling up tighter and shifting her arms so that each hand lay on the opposite shoulder.
He set his hand on her bare back, over her hand, and she pulled away. "Stop, please, Bretch." She told him quietly, with only half a heart. He would do what he would to her, and there was nothing she could do about it. Dewshine felt her heart harden towards him.
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Why was she being like this? Bretch wondered. She should have felt his love and turned to him for it. Instead she had tried to escape him, and let him do as he pleased. She seeped to truly avoid him, to not want him as a lover.
Merely because of the difference in their races she was turning away from him. Even a blind man could see that the black-haired one –Scouter, she had called him- had less love for her. Why, they never even kissed!
His flower Shining Dews just needed to be pruned all the harder for her unwillingness of bloom, Bretch thought. The man put his arm over her shoulder.
Ignoring her gasp, he dragged her to him in spite of her week struggles, and kissed her forehead, then her lips, then her neck, and then her bosom again. He pulled himself on top of her and grabbed her mouth with his own.
Once again, eventually, the elf had to lay quiet and still under him.
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Jial? sent Dewshine tentatively, from where she sat in her tree with one hand over her stomach. She knew now that she couldn't escape on her own, as she had thought before. Jial, where are you! I need you!
Lree! Lree, is that you? Scouter thought back, seeming shocked that she had sent to him. We all thought they had killed you! Where are you? Are you all right?
Yes… and no. I don't fully know where I am, but I believe somewhere in the New See-tah-del.. And very near the forest, because my room has a window and through it I can see the forest, after some plains.
Now Tyleet broke in. Just stay where you are- we'll come and get you. But- Lree? Here her mind-voice faltered. They killed your wolf. Dewshine nodded sadly- she had felt his death.
I know, Sohn.
But why didn't you send to us for help? We thought you were dead! broke in Scouter.
Oh, ho! I didn't realize- oh! Is father- well,…
Treestump's his name, Lifemate. Tyleet told her. We were all sad, but our friend Jial here wouldn't let them howl for you, even if it has been a little over three days! You should have seen him- he almost punched Cutter! The youngest elf of the trio chuckled, and Dweshine could feel it, and responded.
Let me go, now, Lifmates. she said. It was good to hear them say that last word, and to say it in return to them. I need to talk to my father. She broke contact gently with them, then sent Father! Where are you?
Cub? he replied, startled. Oh, Dewshine! She had to tell all over again where she was, that she had already spoken to her LIfemates, that she knew her wolf was dead, and that she didn't think that they had thought her captured and killed.
She greeted Darkpool, who was nearly a son of her own blood. Then Treestump told her to relieve Clearbrook's mind, and she did it all over again. In turn, the Wolfrider elder sent her to her chief, who, now her loved ones knew she was unharmed, needed to know as well.
After greeting each member of the tribe mind-to-mind, she returned again to Tyleet and Scouter, with the grimmest news, for she had to tell them of Bretch, and of his actions.
Sohn? Jial? I have news I'm not sure you want to hear.
It will be from you, and therefore we want to hear it, Lree said Tyleet firmly.
Not this news, Sohn. She took a deep, steadying breath, then let it out again., placing one hand lower on her belly than settling the other higher. Because Bretch, the man who visited my in my room, has forced me to join with him. He has gotten me with cub, and I can feel it growing in by belly.
