Hm, I was trying to type up the next chapter for "Family" but unfortunately, I have writers block for that chapter, so I decided to work on this, instead. I may have to go ahead and put my other story on hiatus if I can't update it soon.

Oh well.

Anyway, thanks to HYPERshan and HyperActiveShadowLoverXD for…well, being the only reviewers so far. I know it ain't much, but it's still appreciated.

Warnings: Same as before.

Disclaimer: Still don't own the characters.

You'll never know the way your words have haunted me
I can't believe you'd ask these things of me [ever and ever]
You don't know me [ever and ever]
Now and ever

"Snow White Queen" – Evanescence

Chapter 2

It was only a few hours after falling asleep that Werehog felt movement. Annoyed that his sleep was disturbed, he partially opened his eyes to see that the small pup sleeping on his stomach was currently caught in a nightmare.

"No, please…not my fault she's dead…no, no, no, don't! Don't!"

A bone chilling scream emitted from the pup's throat as he thrashed around, though his movements were jerky.

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say it's as if he's being…electrocuted.'

Werehog's eyes snapped open as he recalled hearing, through Sonic's ears, of course, of the torture the other Shadow had endured at the hands of GUN after they captured him. They wanted to make him believe he had been the sole cause of Maria's death, in order to break him, so that they could make him into the perfect weapon. For a while, he had believed them, but they never managed to fully break his spirit.

'How the hell is he even reliving this?' Werehog thought.

He then noticed the Ring on the pup's wrist was glowing, but he didn't have much time to ponder about it, as Shadow bolted awake, eyes wide in terror and pain, full of unshed tears. Shivering horribly, he barely glanced at Werehog before launching himself at him, burying his face into Werehog's chest.

To say Werehog was shocked would be an understatement. Even so, he came up with a theory as to why Shadow was currently clinging to him like a koala.

'Given the circumstances, he probably mistook me for Sonic…'

Of course, Werehog didn't expect to be wrong.

"Master…don't understand…was it dream? Memory? Don't know…don't understand reason for punishment…why…?"

Werehog sighed. 'This was never going to be easy from the start, was it? Hm…maybe I can use this to my advantage.'

"It was a dream…but if you break the rules too many times, I'll make that dream a reality and send you to those soldiers to deal with you, got it?"

Shivering, Shadow nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Get to sleep."

Shadow's ears pressed against his head. He wanted to sleep more, but with the nightmare lingering in his mind, he didn't want to relive it again. Instinctively, he curled up into Werehog's chest fur, trying to seek comfort.

Werehog rolled his eyes, and was about to move his slave, but then he noticed that the half healed welts on Shadow's back had reopened due to his thrashing around during the nightmare, and were bleeding profusely.

Growling softly, he grabbed the youngling by the scruff, jumped out of the tree, and headed back to the lake.

Misinterpreting Werehog's intent, Shadow started to panic. "No, no, no, no, please! Master, no soldiers, please…"

"Shut up!" CRACK! Having lost the little patience he had, Werehog lashed Shadow in the face with the whip, striking him in the eye.

Aside from the yelp of pain, no other sound was emitted from the pup.

While Shadow was holding a paw to his injured eye, trying to stop the bleeding, the Ring on his wrist glowed again. Not only did the pain in his eye vanish, but the pain in his back and soreness from the three rapes the night before were gone as well.

Unsure if this was good or bad, he didn't say anything.

There was no need, as Werehog sensed the Chaos Energy that had briefly flowed through the pup's body. 'What the fuck?' Glaring at the small youngling, he ripped the Ring off and threw it far into the forest.

Shocked and confused, Shadow cautiously looked at Werehog. "Master…?"

Werehog's eyes narrowed. "Did I give you permission to speak?"

Flinching, Shadow shook his head.

"Don't. Speak. Unless. I. Say. So!" Werehog's voice was low and dangerous, and he punctuated each word with a lash to the Werepup's face.

Cringing with each painful lash, Shadow nodded frantically, whimpering in apology.

Although his anger was slowly abating, Werehog still needed a way to calm down. And he knew the perfect way. Already, his member was poking out of its sheath.

Pinning the pup down with just one paw, Werehog stood over him and leaned his head down to whisper, "Say it."

Shadow's voice only slightly shook out of fear as he obediently responded. "M-Master, your toy would like to be fucked. Will you please fuck him?"

Werehog smirked. "Gladly."

With that, Werehog rammed his hardening member into the youngling's small body.

Biting back a cry of pain, Shadow squirmed a little at the familiar, yet uncomfortable feeling.

Luckily for him, Werehog didn't see it as an escape attempt as he continued thrusting, moving hard, yet slow.

All Shadow could do was lie there and be silent, lest he suffer more punishment.

Whimpering softly as Werehog started to speed up, the little pup started to wonder when it would all be over.

When would he be free?

Only less than 12 hours after he willingly followed Werehog, and he was already asking himself these questions…

However, Shadow was snapped out of his thoughts by Werehog breathing in his ear. "Do you like it when Master fucks you, my toy?"

Not knowing how to answer, Shadow remained silent.

Wrong move. Werehog added six more lashes to the small body. "Answer me!"

Wincing, Shadow tried to think of what to say. He didn't want to disobey, but he couldn't bring himself to answer.

Of course, he also didn't want to be sent to the soldiers…

Still, maybe there was something he could say that would appease Werehog enough so that he wouldn't send him away.

"Master…Don't know answer. Don't know what Master wants to hear…Sorry, Master. Please forgive?"

'He must have brain damage if he thinks I'm going to let him get away with that,' Werehog thought as he drove himself deeper and deeper into the youngling's body. "Just say you like it!"

Ears pressed against his head, Shadow hesitated until he finally spoke in the soft, monotone voice he'd started using. "Your toy likes this, Master…"

"Good. Looks like you get to eat today, after all," Werehog replied, pounding into the small body under him until he finally released his seed. As he pulled out, he nipped at the mark on Shadow's neck, as though reminding him of it.

Not wanting to be "prompted" into it, Shadow quickly whispered, "Thank you for the fucking, Master."

Not bothering to respond, Werehog simply started walking away.

Panicking at the thought of being left alone, Shadow forgot all about the no-talking-without-permission rule. "No, no, no, Master, please! Don't leave! Please!"

It wasn't only the immense amount of fear in the pup's voice that caused Werehog to freeze, but the fact that Shadow's Chaos Energy flared, tendrils of it swirling around. One of tendrils wrapped itself around his chest and waist and, like a harness, was keeping him there.

Growling, mostly from the slightly painful burns he was getting from the Chaos Energy, he glared at the smaller male, eyes flashing. "Let. Me. Go. Now!"

Shocked, startled, and fearful, Shadow instinctively hurried to reign in his erratic Chaos Energy. It only took him a minute to do so.

Even so, as soon as Werehog was freed, he immediately lunged at the pup, lashing every inch of Shadow's back until it yet again resembled raw meat.

Choking back his cries of pain, Shadow curled up as much as he possibly could, only partially understanding why he was being punished.

By the time Werehog was done, he'd managed to get a hold on his temper before he could end up causing permanent damage to the boy's spine.

"Don't interfere with anything I'm trying to do, understand?"

Trembling, Shadow nodded. When he spoke, it was easy to tell how much pain and fear he was feeling. "Sorry, sorry, so sorry. Please, no more punishment, please, Master…"

Unfortunately, the pup's words were reminding Werehog of the ARK. Of the incident.

Of another frightened Werepup.

"Let me out! Please, I didn't hurt her, I swear. I don't know what happened! Just let me out! Please!"

Hearing his host's pleas had only further fueled Werehog's resentment for those aboard the ARK. Especially Professor Gerald, Maria, and Shadow. Therefore, when GUN raided the Space Colony, while Sonic had been deeply affected by Maria's death, Werehog himself could have cared less. He didn't understand why so many people had tried to cure her disease when it was inevitable that it would one day kill her anyway.

Bringing his thoughts back to the present, he looked over the shaking mass of ebony fur.

'I should probably do something about those welts…what the fucking hell am I thinking? I don't care for him! …That much, anyway,' he reluctantly admitted.

While Werehog was having an internal debate, Shadow started daydreaming about his time with Sonic, to a time of blissful innocence.

It had been confusing at first, for he had had no memories of anything before finding himself in Tails' workshop. When he laid eyes on Sonic, he had recognized him as pack, although not entirely as Alpha.

It was probably why he kept getting into trouble.

Now, however, he couldn't afford to screw up, be it on purpose or accident.

Whimpering at the pain in his back, he started wondering why the punishment had been so severe. Sure, he'd stopped his Master from leaving, but it was for a good reason…

He just didn't want to be alone.

Ears twitching at the faint whimper of pain, Werehog decided that he should do something about the welts. 'Damn this growing conscience!' With a heavy sigh, he again turned to leave. "I'll be back."

Werehog would never admit that he only said that to keep Shadow from having another breakdown.

While frightened at being alone, the young Werepup sensed it would only be temporary, so he decided to use this time to see if he could still contact Sonic via their mental link.

It wasn't until he started trying that he realized he had no clue on how to do it. Suddenly feeling frustrated and stupid, he swiped a paw across the ground in front of him, kicking up some dirt, all the while ignoring the searing pain his movement had caused.

Sighing, Shadow decided it would be best if he slept while he waited.

While that was happening, Werehog snuck back into the shady town he had been to only hours before. This time, he was sneaking in to get some medical supplies. He figured it would be best to get as much as he could, so after making sure no one was watching as he went into the small shop, he gathered several rolls of gauze and some large bottles of rubbing alcohol. Despite the time on medically advanced ARK, he preferred going with the basics of medical care, since the older Shadow had seemed to have memorized several medical textbooks.

Just as he was about to leave, Werehog realized he could drop something and not be able to do something about it with the other items in his arms, so quickly scoped for a bag.

As soon as he spotted one, he set his gatherings down and stretched an arm over to grab it, and pulled it over. 'These arms are one of the few good things that came out of all those damn experiments…'

Not wanting to dwell on the unpleasant memories, Werehog quickly stuffed the gauze rolls and bottles into the bag and left, still making sure no one saw him.

When he returned, the first thing he saw was a sleeping Shadow. Then he noticed the claw marks in the dirt and couldn't help wondering, 'Now what made him do that?'

Muttering a few curse words under his breath, he walked over to the pup and roughly shook him. "Get up."

Having quickly gone into a deep sleep, Shadow only faintly heard the order. Forgetting where he was, he thought the voice belonged to Sonic, so he grumbled in protest and batted at the hand that was shaking him. "Go 'way…Wanna sleep…"

Rolling his eyes, Werehog roughly cuffed him in the head as he replied, "Too damn bad. Get up!"

Shadow yelped and woke up this time. The hurt and slightly pouting expressions were only on the pup's face for a few seconds before turning sullen and apologetic.

"Hmph, bout time you got up…Come on. We're going to do something about your back," Werehog said, picking up the Werepup by the scruff, knowing that movement would be difficult and painful for now.

Curious yet wary, the pup wondered just what was going to happen. Then he noticed the bag his Master was carrying. 'What's that for?'

It didn't take them long to reach the lake. Spotting the deer carcass, Shadow started feeling a little hungry. He knew he couldn't eat without permission, though, so he would have to wait.

After setting the bag down nearby, Werehog dropped Shadow into the water. Ignoring the second yelp of pain, he simply stated, "Clean yourself up, and then we'll take care of those welts. Afterwards, you're allowed to eat. Understood?"

Nodding, Shadow quickly got to work cleaning himself, wincing frequently from the pain his movements caused.

While he was doing that, Werehog pulled out a roll of gauze and a bottle of alcohol. 'I wonder just how much he'll fight when he figures out what's going to happen,' he mused, knowing full well that the pup utterly loathed rubbing alcohol.

Sure enough, when Shadow spotted the large bottle, he growled, muttering "Hell. No."

Smirking slightly, Werehog responded with, "You really think you're the only one in the world who hates this stuff? No one likes it, but it's better than doing nothing."

Still growling, Shadow shook his head, a spark of defiance and stubbornness in his ruby eyes; although on the inside he's shaking with fear, at the thought of how he would be punished for his defiance, the part of him that was screaming "Don't let him use that! It'll hurt worse than all the other punishments!" overrode his fear.

"Too bad. Protesting wont help you at all," Werehog said before stretching an arm towards the pup and grabbing him. He popped the bottle of alcohol open using a claw.

Shadow was struggling with as much as he could, his fear returning instantly when his sensitive nose caught the scent of the alcohol. "No, no, no Master, please! Please, don't!"

Any further protests were cut off by his screams as Werehog poured the alcohol on the welts. He didn't even try to move, for the pain was that intense.

Once all of the welts were soaked with rubbing alcohol, Werehog stopped pouring and set down the bottle, which was still 3/4 full. Afterwards, he managed to unroll the gauze one-handed and started bandaging.

He did stop momentarily when he saw the slight flinch, and that the youngling's eyes were glazed over in pain. He had to quickly squash down a twinge of guilt that was building up. 'This is no time to be regretful. It was necessary!'

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he resumed bandaging the pup's back.

Tossing the gauze back into the bag, Werehog glanced at the deer carcass. 'I did say he could eat…Will he be able to?' Yellow eyes flickered back to the pup as Werehog reluctantly allowed himself to feel…concerned as the question continued to echo in his thoughts.

Why, though? Normally he hated everyone and everything, unlike Sonic, whose heart and soul were never darkened by hate despite all that had been dealt to him.

Perhaps that's what was causing this. When he separated from Sonic, pieces of his former host's personality merged with his own. If that were the case, then…did some of his mentality merge with Sonic's?

'Hm, seeing him would be interesting…but not now. In time. Once I'm sure my toy is fully obedient, then we'll pay Sonic a little visit.'

Werehog snapped back to reality when he saw his little slave slowly crawling towards the carcass. He would have said something, for he hadn't given the pup permission to eat, but when he saw the boy hesitate as he got closer and look at him questioningly, Werehog knew he didn't have to punish him this time. As he nodded, he said, "Eat as much as you can."

Shadow was surprised at the statement, but not wanting to risk punishment, and being forbidden to eat at all, he nodded once and dragged himself closer to the carcass, but before he started eating, he looked at Werehog again.

Eyes narrowing slightly, Werehog asked, "What is it this time?"

The small Werepup hesitated before speaking, his voice hoarse from all the screaming he had done. "Master is Alpha. Alpha eats first."

Although Werehog rolled his eyes, he knew he couldn't exactly blame the boy for following their lupine instincts. Even if Werehog himself never being part of a pack, it was hard to avoid since he constantly fought against most of those instincts, especially after the older Shadow had been inflicted with this form as well.

Sighing quietly, he knew that the pup wouldn't eat unless he did first, so he resigned to that fact. Walking over to the dead deer, he realized he could take advantage of this. Smirking to himself, he looked over at the pup and said, "From now on, you'll be the last to eat. Not only will you be my fuck toy, but no matter whose pack you're in, you'll be the Omega. Always."

Shadow flinched, but then he figured that being the lowest rank in a pack was still better than having no place at all, so he nodded to show he understood.

Werehog then started to eat, reveling in the sweet taste of blood, meat, and even the organs. By the time his stomach had gotten full, there wasn't much left of the carcass, much to the hungry pup's dismay. Still, it was better than nothing, so after Werehog stepped aside, Shadow had to try and painfully stand up in order to really get the remaining bits of meat.

After a few minutes of trying, Shadow still couldn't fully stand. Tears of frustration prickled at the corners of his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. He also wasn't sure if his Master would help him, but he couldn't ask.

Werehog himself was getting impatient. "Are you really so weak that you can't even stand from a bit of pain?" he snapped.

Ears flattening, Shadow looked at the ground, whimpering in apology. He kept trying to fully stand, wincing.

Werehog then noticed that the bandages were becoming soaked with blood. He hadn't realized that his slave's attempts at standing were reopening the wounds again. How Shadow hadn't suffered the effects of blood loss by now was a mystery. "Stop moving, damn it!"

Although confused, the little pup obeyed and lied down. Only then did he smell the blood. 'Is that why Master said to stop?'

Seeing the confused look, Werehog rolled his eyes yet again. "It was getting annoying to see your pathetic attempts of standing."

He had a hard time squashing down the guilt that rose up when he saw the injured look in the pup's eyes.

Shadow was, obviously, hurt by the words. He wasn't sure why, but he had been…hoping that Werehog was starting to care. If he hadn't truly cared, he wouldn't have gone through the trouble of bandaging his back…right?

'Why doesn't Master care? Papa always cared…' The youngling's little heart constricted painfully as he was filled with a desperate longing for Sonic, the only person who, in his memory, ever truly cared about him.

Tears gathered in his eyes again, and this time, he didn't care if he was punished for it, he let them fall.

Werehog watched as the emotions on his slave's face changed from hurt, to slight confusion, to longing. He watched the tears fall, still refusing to admit his guilt.

All he did was watch.

Eventually the ache in the pup's chest diminished, but only slightly. The tears had stopped completely. He glanced at the meager remains of deer he was supposed to eat. Since he couldn't really move without feeling pain, Shadow tilted his head slightly as he thought of how he could eat it.

Werehog could practically see the wheels turning in the boy's head. Patience wearing thin, he threw a nearby rock at him, which nicked the pup in the head. "Hurry up!"

Wincing, Shadow painfully reached over and grabbed a small piece of meat. He hesitated again, glancing at Werehog.

Growling, Werehog launched himself at the pup, his patience gone, so he no longer cared if he ended up doing something that would kill him. "I told you to hurry up! If you're not going to eat now, you can forget about eating at all until tomorrow!"

He alternated between beating him to near-unconsciousness and lashing various parts of his slave's body until the pain did knock him out. Then he woke him up after five minutes to repeat the cycle. This continued on for three hours before Werehog started fucking him repeatedly for another two hours until he finally got tired and went to rest against a nearby tree.

By then, it was around noon, and the bandages around the pup's back were tattered, falling off in pieces.

Shadow's mind was hazy from the endless waves of pain. It was hard and painful for him to breathe, for his ribs were broken, and every inch of his body felt like it was on fire.

'Shouldn't have hesitated…Master was already angry…Stupid…so stupid…'

That was his last thought before unconsciousness took a hold of the small Werepup yet again.

T.B.C.

Sorry for the cliffhanger, I wasn't sure where else to end this.

I know this chapter may have been a bit confusing, considering Werehog's personality changes, but remember, he doesn't like the fact that, in his own way, he really does care about Shadow. Plus, his sleep being interrupted in the beginning of the chapter doesn't help much. Lack of sleep causes irritability. An irritable Werehog is something to avoid, if you can.

Did anyone else imagine the look on Werehog's face when Shadow got clingy in the beginning? Priceless, eh?

For those of you wondering where Sonic is…he'll turn up next chapter.

Questions? Comments? Words of encouragement? Leave em in a review.

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