Hello! I couldn't keep this idea out of my mind, so here we are!
Note: English is not my first language. If you spot any grammatical/punctuation errors, let me know.
Chapter 1: Those who deny freedom to others, deserve it not for themselves.
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It was a dark and rainy night at the beginning of September, or at least that's what the young blonde assumed while her hairy ears moved to listen to the intense pattering of the rain against the roof of the carriage and the aggressive howling of the wind. She hugged her knees close to her chest, leaning her face against the car's door to get as away as possible from the wolf at her left. He salivated, and she noticed his dilated pupils, exposed fangs, and bloodshot eyes running over the blonde's half-naked body. The young blonde whimpered as claws caressed her knee, kicking the brunette man and making him howl in pain and withdraw from her.
- What's going on back there?
Her hunter's voice reached her ears, causing them to twitch. She didn't want to anger the hunters, too exhausted after running for hours from them, only to be found anyway. She could feel blood painting her right flank, where a silver bullet tore her skin, sending her to the ground, crying in agony. They smelled of lead, earth, alcohol, and tobacco: all scents the young wolf was learning to loathe by the minute.
- We're asking, cubs. - the other hunter stated, opening the window connecting them to the carriage's transportation area.
No wolves responded, which must have been a good sign, a show of obedience and fear the hunters enjoyed because they closed the small window while taunting them. They were twelve wolves three hours ago. Only nine of them were still alive; three lay bathed in blood in the depths of that carriage, with bullets between their eyebrows for daring to fight for a freedom that should belong to them. The blonde hugged herself tighter, breathing quickening. She felt sweat trickling down her temples, aiding her tears in their mission to wet her face. In an instant, her chest didn't want to rise... her lungs didn't want to expand. The blonde felt a pressure on her chest and tried to move her hands, but they were shaking. She flinched, recognizing immediately she was panicking. Years had passed since the last time felt like that: the night when her clan was attacked and her older brother was captured. She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing deeply and counting, forcing herself to inhale and exhale calmly, remembering her mother's soft words. "Everything is going to be alright, Little Treasure."
Everything will be fine.
Everything will be fine.
Yet...it was not. The rain continued to fall aggressively, the carriage stopped, and the doors of their little box opened. The blonde was near the exit, being the last to be caught. She felt a rough hand on her forearm and gasped, trying to break free, but the dark-eyed man yanked her arm, dragging her from the vehicle's safety and throwing her brutally onto the wet road. The wolf whimpered, her bruised side taking the brunt of the blow as the hunters laughed.
- Behave yourself, Sinclair. - declared the second hunter, kneeling to hold her hair, forcing her to raise her face and meet his abhorrent eyes. - You've already earned a punishment, bitch, don't push your luck.
Enid wanted to try her luck, to wolf out and sink her fangs into the neck of that wretch who had gradually ended her clan...her family, but he'd injected her with a drug to suppress her wolf. As much as she wanted to defend herself, she was at their mercy... helpless, and she hated it. She could only cry and gasp in pain as the man yanked her hair, forcing her to her feet.
- You're a bad girl. Even with the injection, your tail is out.- commented the one who had thrown her to the ground, grabbing her tail, making her tremble at her sudden and aggressive grip, but unable to move when he roughly caressed her new appendage. - I think we know who will be the star of the night.
- Gabriel, don't mistreat her. - declared the second hunter. - I want to sell her for a good price.
- When they see her in action, they'll pay a fortune...she's a cutie.- Gabriel commented, letting go of her tail but seizing her jaw to evaluate her face.
- She's a bitch like all the others.- commented the second hunter.
- Esteban! - exclaimed Gabriel, turning to greet a tall, thin man with green eyes who arrived accompanied by a group.
- The auction started a few minutes ago. - Esteban declared, calculating gaze scanning the newcomers. - You're late.
- This cub gave us a hard time.- Gabriel explained, arm reaching out to catch Enid's jaw, who snarled, feeling the fingers mark her skin.
- She's a Sinclair.- Esteban commented, stepping closer, pushing Gabriel's hand to the side, and grabbing Enid's jaw.
His grip was even firmer and colder than the hunter's, and his other hand didn't hesitate to lift the wolf's shirt to assess her flank. Enid assumed he was evaluating her clan symbol. All wolves received a brand at birth: a symbol of acceptance and belonging, the promise of a home...a family.
- She is wounded. - Esteban declared, releasing her and turning to look at one of his men. - Take her to be cleaned. We'll sell her today.
We'll sell her today.
Enid wanted to cry, but she was already crying, so she remained inert, accepting the fate she didn't deserve, convinced she would at least be able to see her parents soon. She knew wolf buyers used them primarily to generate medicines and drugs for the Normies, treating them so aggressively that they killed the werewolves in a few weeks. The minority of buyers wanted sex slaves, and very few wanted pack mules.
- Sir, it was difficult to find her...and subduing her, even worse. I thought maybe we could...put on a show with her...you know...I didn't have time to test her properly...
Enid felt a muzzle around her mouth, distracting her from the nauseating sensation washing over her body at the prospect of becoming an object at the hands of the foul that murdered her parents. She soon had a collar around her neck and a needle pressing against the skin of her jugular, transversing painfully, without care or gentleness. The wolf heard howling beside her; a female wolf had fallen to the ground, shivering in the rain, writhing in the mud. Sinclair felt her knees give out and arms wrapping around her battered body.
- I'll think about it, Gabriel...
The last thing she heard before becoming unconscious generated a feeling of despair in her chest because the last thing she imagined that morning was to end up there.
(...)
Enid awoke startled as a hand aggressively met her right cheek, and another clamped firmly around her jaw. Her eyes widened weakly, eyelids threatening to close but forced to stay open as she received another blow. She blinked, finally meeting the face of a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe. After confirming she was awake, he released her and walked towards the door where Esteban was waiting. The blonde tried to calm her rapid breathing, looking around, confirming she was in a room with white walls, resting on a metal table that felt extremely cold against her beaten skin. She tried to move but groaned in pain as she felt the silver chains press against her skin.
- The first part of the auction is finishing. Take her to clean, put something nice on her and wait for the call to bring her to the stage.- said Esteban, talking to a brown-haired woman who crossed her arms while silently listening.
- And Gabriel? Should I tell him he'll give the show he wanted, or do I dismiss him? -The woman questioned.
- We have several buyers, perhaps the show is a good idea. - Esteban commented. - Send him to my office.
Sinclair wasn't sure what was happening; she knew she had been taken out of the white room and carelessly thrown into a shower. She felt the coldness of the water hitting her mercilessly as careless hands slid down her body without authorization. Shivering against cold tiles, she gasped piteously as the stranger reached out with her hand to touch her face. The hunters had a wolf three times the size of Enid; they sent him against her after failing to hunt her with their weapons. The wolf knocked her down, claws scratching across her face before the hunters could stop him. The pain had lessened with the hours, but the pressure of those fingers sent a new wave of despair and anxiety. When attacked by the wolf, the blonde was scared to death, thinking she'd lost one of her eyes.
- Quiet, puppy.- the stranger warned. - Save the sobs for the show...
She grabbed her jaw, making their eyes coincide. The stranger had green eyes, cold...unscrupulous. Enid felt tears on her cheeks and wanted to beg for mercy but was aware people like this didn't know the definition of such a word. The wolf wouldn't plead for mercy anymore. She was too tired, too humiliated, too sore. When you receive hate and pain for being different... you're tempted to hate who you are..what you're. Enid would give anything not to be a wolf, not to receive so much hate. Even if the sale of wolves was illegal, even if there were laws protecting them, the reality is no one enforces such laws. They were nothing more than a signed piece of paper everyone had forgotten over time.
Enid witnessed as her clan was slowly consumed by hunters, sold into slavery, murdered, and outraged. They had cried out for help, but aside from a few empty promises, the Jericho government did little to help. Her clan dwindled little by little...until only she was left. After witnessing the hideous murder of her parents six months ago, she decided to run away, going from place to place, hiding, avoiding human contact, and surviving by hunting wild animals.
Until she was found.
No one can't run from fate forever.
- You're crying? How adorable, puppy.- the woman mocked. - How adorable.
The stranger had dressed her in a white robe, so short it barely covered the beginning of her thighs. She placed a collar around her throat and dragged her by pulling on a leash. Bitches and Slaves. That's what werewolves were for hunters. The blonde felt anger brewing inside her chest; it forced her fangs out and moved her tail. The woman dragged her to an area with several chairs and some wolves and placed the blonde next to a young black-haired man, who was hugging his knees, naked and with a throbbing erection between his legs. The embarrassment on his face was evident, and Enid felt pity while noting the lipstick marks on his body and the slowly fading bruises. He smiled at her, pupils dilated and eyelids drooping slightly. Life could be very cursed at times. With a new feeling of nausea turning her stomach, the blonde looked away from the brunette and focused on the voice entering through the curtain.
"20,000 for the man in red. Who gives more?"
"23 to the pink-hat lady."
"26 for the man in red."
"He's sold in..."
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- Sold to the man in red! Stop by the office to deliver the payment.
Enid was focused on the announcer's voice, so much that when she felt the tug of the collar around her neck, she snarled, baring her fangs threateningly, receiving another tug that sent her face-first to the ground. A hand on her hair, holding tight, forced her head up. She felt a needle in her neck, a liquid burning the area and making her gasp in agony and distress. She could feel the effect immediately, the heat running through every nook and cranny of her body, turning her into a docile and complacent little dog.
- I could train you so well, cub...- the woman who had bathed her spoke, brown hair framing her leering smile. - You're a very bad puppy.
A bad puppy...
Whatever it meant to them...
- Come on... make us earn a lot of money...
The platform where the woman dragged her was too lit, the lights preventing her from seeing the faces of the buyers, but allowing them to observe everything happening to the wolves. The stranger, who had been called Estrella by the moderator when he invited her to the stage, forced her to her knees, patting her cheek before giving the leash to the presenter.
- Tonight, we have something special!
The crowd cheered.
Enid felt the sweat trickling down her flanks, her body temperature rising maddeningly, awakening an instinct that forced her to move a hand between her legs. Her intimacy burned; the pain seemed unbearable, creating a desire to feel some caress...some contact... some relief. Her mind felt clouded, but even if she couldn't restrain her fingers, she knew it was all the product of some drug.
- Mr. Esteban decided that you, our guests of honor, deserve a little show. Isn't she adorable? - the presenter asked, pulling on the leash, forcing her to extend her neck, moaning when her fingers brushed against her clit. - So desperate. Gabriel, tell them how you found her.
Still in the drug haze, the wolf's fangs bared at the mention of her hunter, face burning, flushed...shame spread across her chest, but she couldn't stop the hand between her legs, even if she could not quench the pain spreading throughout her body. It was humiliating. She could feel the eyes burning on her body, running over her with lust, mockery... disgust...like a street dog should be beaten without the slightest mercy.
- This...puppy...ran away from us three times. Her name is Enid Sinclair.- Gabriel declared, murmurs of surprise raised immediately.- Just as you hear...the last of the Sinclair clan.
Gabriel talked some more, and then the moderator said something. In those moments, her brain stopped working properly; the heat, the need, the desire...she couldn't take it anymore, she was only aware of the fire between her legs, but a pull on her hair forced Enid to stop the movement between her legs.
- Stand up, cub.- Gabriel ordered.
He forced her up, tugging at her collar, jerking her robe until she was naked. The chill of the place felt good on her warm skin. She heard laughter, hoots, and applause.
- Give her what she deserves.
- Surely, the bitch is in heat.
Sinclair felt a hand on her chin, coercing her to face Gabriel, whose eyes trailed down her body and whose lips twisted into a mischievous smile. She felt his hand on one of her breasts. The drug's effects started to wear off, yet she couldn't fight back even if she felt repulsed as he squeezed one of her erect nipples.
-50,000.- spoke a voice.
The place was silent, Enid looked towards the crowd, but recognizing who had spoken was impossible.
- We haven't started her auction yet...- commented the moderator.
- 70 if you stop this show.
Judging by her gloomy tone, the blonde assumed her death must be closer than she imagined.
- Raven, that's not how it works...
- 75.
- Sold! Put her robe on, and take her to the prep room, Gabriel.
Her hunter was not happy with that interruption. He dragged the blue-eyed woman quickly and brutally through each corridor, passing chained wolves, rooms where Enid could see couples having sexual relations, and several offices where doctors were evaluating the new arrivals. Finally, after entering a space occupied by two chained wolves, Gabriel threw her forcefully onto a mattress on the floor.
- Damn it! That Raven bitch! - Gabriel gasped, spinning as he cursed before facing Enid.
The hunter knelt before her, grabbing her jaw, bringing their faces close, and catching her lips. Enid bit him, and he slapped her face, sending her to the mattress. She felt his hands moving the robe up, exposing her abs, digging into the skin at her hips. She writhed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
- Raven will have to wait until the end of the auction to pick you up, cub… - Gabriel murmured, mouth closing on Enid's hip, placing a bite near her wound, forcing her to gasp in pain.
- Please...- the blonde murmured, feeling the hunter's lips go up to her chest, biting one of her nipples with an aggressiveness that only caused more pain.
- You're no longer a wolf, apparently...- he mocked. - You already learned your place.
Enid swung one leg up, smacking him into his crotch and shoving him backward. Gabriel rolled away, and Enid stood on shaky legs, her gaze blurry from the doses of medication she'd received. Before the wolf could run, the hunter grabbed her hair, ripped her robe, and shoved her back onto the mattress.
- Bitch...you son of a bitch.- Gabriel snarled, moving both hands to his leash. - I wanted to do you a favor, cub. To make you feel good. But what you need is to be shown your place, right?
Enid backed away, crawling toward the chained wolves, but the leash caught up with her legs, and then Gabriel grabbed her ankle, forcing her chest against the mattress and letting the leash fall on her ass and thighs. The wolf gasped in agony as he struck her again, again and again...but that was nothing compared to the pain that ran down her spine as Gabriel stuck the silver's leash medallion onto the skin of her back.
- Does it hurt, Sinclair? - he questioned, moving the medallion up, pressing it between her shoulder blades.
- Please...please...I'll be good...I swear...- the wolf gasped. - No more...no more...
- Son of a bitch.- An unknown voice spoke, another man judging by his tone.
Gabriel's body and the burns against her back disappeared. She stayed on her chest, breathing hard, whimpering in pain.
- Xavier, check she's okay.- another voice ordered.
Enid recognized her; she was the person who bought her.
- Do you know what happens to those who touch my belongings?
That was the woman again.
Sinclair felt a hand on her shoulder, helping her to roll over. She met the pale face of a brown man and instinctively tried to pull away, afraid of taking more blows, shooting a look at the other tall man holding Gabriel.
- You're fine. We're not going to hurt you.- the brunette assured. - Seems fine, Wednesday.
Wednesday must be the woman with her back to Enid, her attention fixed on Gabriel, who stared at her in horror. She was even shorter than the wolf, wearing an expensive black corseted dress that was probably stopping her from breathing adequately.
- Take her to the motel.- the woman ordered. - I'll deal with this rat and get the information.
(...)
The blonde didn't trust the man who introduced himself as Xavier Thorpe and put a black jacket on her when they slid inside a black car, but at least he hadn't tried to touch or hit her. He removed the collar from her, assuring them they would be safe soon. The wet, long road was silent most of the time, except for the moment when a call came in. Thorpe had tensed for two seconds and then breathed a sigh of relief, muttering he was near the hotel.
The brunette led them to the back of the parking lot, avoiding everyone and opening a room door. Enid expected the worst when Xavier closed the door behind them, but he pointed to a brown sofa, threw a blanket at her, and, taking out a cigarette, leaned against the window to smoke. The wolf hugged her legs, uncomfortable and scared. It had been a horrible night, and she wanted to run away. The rain had returned with force, and the cold was pouring in through the window, but Xavier didn't seem fazed by it. She curled up on the sofa, hugging the black sheet with a floral aroma mixed with the unmistakable smell of honey and a hint of cigarettes. Sinclair tried to stay alert, but her eyes were closing, her body exhausted...giving up, willing to accept even death in exchange for a little rest.
- She's been asleep for about two hours. What do you think you're doing? Your father will kill us if we return with a wolf. Worse yet, a wolf you bought at an illegal auction that we weren't supposed to attend because it was risky!
- Xavier, this isn't the time.
- Wens, we can't keep her! I don't know what the hell made you buy her, but we can't take the wolf with us.
- Don't be an asshole, Xavier. They were going to rape her! - spoke another voice.
- What about the brunette man who was raped before? I didn't see you moving a finger to defend him.
- Fuck you, Thorpe!
- Don't tell me this is because Gabriel was going to rape her, Ajax. This is happening because Wednesday here is a self-centered piece of shit who doesn't listen...
- Thorpe...you're passing a line.- the woman warned.
- What? Does it hurt to hear the truth? This is a problem! Your father warned us this auction was dangerous and we wouldn't get the information. And he was right! They almost killed you, Wednesday!
- Emphasis on "almost." I'm healthy, although my health state is not of your concern, Thorpe. Not even want my fiancé worries that much.
- Don't dare, you know I worry about you always.
- You shouldn't.
- Okay, guys...let's calm down. - Ajax interrupted. - I spoke with Bianca, and they'll pick us up in the morning. For the moment, we must remain calm and with attentive ears because they will find Esteban's body soon, and news fly.
Enid blinked, the voices of the strangers becoming more apparent as she snapped out of her stupor. She blinked in surprise when she found the three looking at her. For the first time, her gaze met the eyes of the person who bought her. She was a woman with black hair tied into two braids and an expressionless face that seemed to know your every secret. Her lips were painted black, thicker than Enid's, striking...soft-looking. The wolf had never observed a face so lifeless and yet so beautiful.
- Go eat.- ordered the woman.
- I'm not hungry.
- Eat, Ajax.
Her body didn't respond, immobile while that penetrating gaze traveled over her face silently, unblinking. Enid backed away as the stranger stepped closer, hugging her knees and tightening her grip on the sheet. The brunette hair stopped in front of Sinclair, her expression unreadable as if she wore a mask or had never developed the ability to smile.
- My blanket.- the woman declared, extending her hand.
Enid immediately let go of the blanket, hugging her knees and trembling at the possibility of suffering the same abuse of a few hours ago. Although this woman rescued her on two consecutive occasions, she had no idea of her intentions...her motives. The stranger pulled the blanket to her chest and tossed it over her shoulder onto the bed.
- My shirt.
Enid tensed. She didn't have clothes under the shirt, and the size was too big to belong to the skinny little person before her. However, she couldn't refuse, she didn't know if she had passed into better or worse hands. Slowly, with trembling hands and tears threatening to stain her cheeks, the wolf began to open the buttons. Yet, the woman had moved toward a door before she could finished.
- The shirt.- she stated from inside what appeared to be the bathroom.
She emerged a moment later, carrying an emergency kit with her. Sinclair clenched the shirt, fingers trembling on the buttons. Wednesday sat down across from her.
- Why are you crying?
Was she crying?
- Please...please, I don't want to...
-Don't you want me to treat your wounds? You have burns on your back.
Enid finally looked at the first aid kit. The brunette was going to cure her. But what will happen after that?
- Turn around.
Enid didn't obey, her mind repeating that the brunette would heal her so she could have fun with her after. She felt tears on her cheeks, and when Wednesday tried to touch Sinclair, her claws came out. The brunette didn't flinch, didn't move away. Instead, she came close again, and when Enid snarled and flung herself at her buyer, the woman spun them around, pinning her.
- Please...- the blonde cried again.
- I'm not going to hurt you.- the brunette sentenced. - I'll treat your wounds, and if you want to leave after, the door will be open.
Enid stopped moving, for the first time believing the woman's words. The brunette slowly moved, allowing the blonde to sit up. Sinclair looked over her shoulder, blue eyes meeting the dark gaze of the stranger who offered so much without asking for anything in return.
- The shirt.- Wednesday repeated.
Finally, the wolf complied, the cloth sliding from her shoulders, exposing her bruised skin. She felt the delicate touch of the cotton over her burns and bit her lip to keep from whimpering as Wednesday focused on the burn between her shoulder blades.
I want to make you feel good, cub.
Her body shuddered at the memory.
...you need to be shown your place...
Enid sobbed, wrapping her arms around her body, bowing her head to cover her body, her shame, her pain. She felt a hand on her shoulder, cold but delicate fingers tugging gently at her until she faced Wednesday's lifeless eyes. Enid hadn't expected to be saved, let alone find mercy in a person assisting a wolf auction. Was it possible that the brunette was helping her selflessly? That she was a decent person?
- Did he rape you?
The question surprised her, but there was no accusation or disgust on the woman's face, just a sincere question, a genuine desire to help her that no one had shown in months. The blonde shook her head, averting her gaze. Wednesday lightly pressed her shoulder again for attention.
- You don't have to be ashamed. If they introduced an object into your body, if any of them have sexually assaulted you, I must know. They could have caused you internal damage or transmitted some disease to you. If so, you'd need a professional medical evaluation and...
- No.- interrupted the wolf.
- No?
- You arrived before...before it could happen.
Wednesday stared at her unblinking, almost appearing to be dead.
- They drugged you. Do you know what they injected you?
The wolf shook her head.
Wednesday sighed, getting to her feet, and carrying the emergency kit.
- You can bathe, there are clothes in the bathroom...then you can leave...if you so wish.