Mated to the Pack Ch. 31

While the other wolves sought sleep, Vasilly dragged me to Pierre's bedroom and raped me twice, before he tied me to the bed and went to sleep. At least I couldn't get pregnant. I had nothing better to do than sleep, so I tried to get comfortable and slept as well, Vasilly's cum leaking out of my pussy.

******

When we woke up that afternoon, Vasilly fucked me again, then led me out of the room with a tether around my neck, still naked. The other wolves were eyeing my fecund body, Four and a half months pregnant, and even so, some erections were sprouting, and I wondered if some of the others would rape me as well. Pierre had fixed some meaty stew that we all ate.

Sitting around with a hot meal in our bellies, gave the wolves a chance to talk. Enrique had been in contact with Remy again, who apparently was tapped into some sort of grapevine with more information. Darrell was passing along the information.

"Remy said that wolves are now crossing the border in Washington and Alaska into British Columbia and the Yukon Territory, and they all seem to be headed this way. Things aren't looking too good at the moment, but it's been pointed out to me, that if we let our captive go, the packs may not come at us so hard."

"Why are all the packs coming for you?" Pierre asked. "Seems like they never cared that much about you if you didn't cause too much trouble, and kept it far away from civilization."

"We seemed to have captured Wolf Daughter."

"This is Wolf Daughter?" Pierre asked, looking at me with more interest than I'd seen out of him thus far. He hadn't even cared I was fucked in his bed.

"So she says, and I have reason to believe she's telling the truth. Otherwise, why would every wolf in North America be coming our way?" Darrell said.

"Get the fuck out of my house," Pierre said.

"What the fuck, Pierre!" Vasilly said.

"You're fools. All fools. You're all dead, and probably me too. Get the fuck out."

"Let us talk it out," Vasilly said. "We'll leave soon enough."

"Not soon enough for me. Go the hell away."

Vasilly pulled a gun and shot Pierre in the head, twice. My ears were ringing, and I could smell the gunpowder. He didn't put the gun away, keeping an eye on Darrell, but watching the other wolves as well.

"Why would we want to release her?" Vasilly said. "If she's that valuable, she makes the perfect hostage."

Darrell looked down at Pierre's body, then back to Vasilly. "If we let her go, and let everyone know we've let her go, the packs will quit coming after us for her. We can split up, disappear into the wilderness, maybe make our ways overseas. We may be hunted for the rest of our lives, but not with the single minded determination we're seeing now. It will be more like what it was, not what it is. If we keep her, we'll all be dead within the week. If we let her go, we might get three or four more years."

We all heard a wolf call in the distance. I didn't know what it was saying, whether it was a warning, or someone had the scent. The wolves looked at each other.

"Makes sense to me," Enrique said.

Vasilly shot him in the heart, then pointed the gun at Darrell. "You'll do nothing but cause me trouble."

Darrell started to shift, but too late, and Vasilly shot him in the head twice, stopping him in mid-shift, half wolf, half man. It looked pretty grotesque. Darrell might have been the only one, somewhat willing to protect me, and now he was gone. Shit.

Two more wolves howled in the distance. "She's a hostage, and we run, or does anyone else want to argue."

No one said anything. "Split up, meet in Chibougamau. Salvatore, you're with me."

I was allowed to dress, and with Salvatore driving, we left, grabbing all the food and warm clothing Pierre kept in the house, the other cars going in other directions. As we headed further and further to the northwest, I'd occasionally see a wolf loping along the road, but they could never keep up. I never said anything, although I was sure the others saw them as well.

When Vasilly saw a couple camping, he killed them both and took their SUV, abandoning our car. I'm sure he was hoping a different vehicle would throw the wolves off, but leaving bodies behind, would eventually lead to their vehicle, so he wasn't being smart about it. From what I could tell, he was pretty empty headed as a whole. He was essentially on a murder rampage.

Human habitations and villages were getting farther and farther apart. Finding gas was an issue, but they had carried several jerry cans in the trunk with extra gas. It took another day of constant traveling before we reached Chibougamau, which was still in Quebec, nearer to Hudson Bay, about 125 miles away. It was getting damn cold, even in the summer. We were getting closer to the Arctic Circle. We got more food and gas. It didn't look like they had much more in the way of roads. I suspected seaplanes and helicopters were the preferred methods of traveling in this wilderness.

We waited in Chibougamau, Vasilly fucking me a couple more times, then offering me to Salvatore, who also raped me. After six hours, no one else had shown up.

"Call and see what the fucking hold up is, Salvatore," Vasilly ordered.

Salvatore made like ten phone calls, and apparently, no one picked up, because he wasn't talking to anyone.

"No one's answering, boss."

"Could be they're already caught," I said, "but the most likely reason no one is answering, is they saw you murder three other wolves, supposedly friends of yours. I'm thinking they all believe you're a bad risk to hang around. They have to worry about you in addition to the packs. I certainly wouldn't give you the time of day. On the other hand, if they were caught, they probably squealed like pigs, and are telling the packs you're sitting around in Chibougamau waiting for them, so pick your poison. Wait for someone who's not coming, or run some more with one other wolf and a pregnant bitch, into a world of hurt. Why not let me go? Most of them will probably stop chasing you."

Salvatore looked pretty hopeful. Vasilly could see it as much as I could.

"If you shoot Salvatore, it's just me and you, and I'm pregnant, and will slow you down," I said. "What are you really hoping for here? A puppy of your own who will be running with you for the rest of your life? A chance to fuck Quinn's bitch? Fine, you fucked me. Vasilly, you don't have a clue. You're screwed. Ditch me and make for the hills."

"Shut the fuck up."

I mimed zipping my lip.

"She's right about one thing. We can't stay here," Vasilly said. "Let's move."

"Where?" Salvatore asked. "The road north ends in another hundred miles, then it's walking. If we backtrack, we can head west and south. Maybe get lost in civilization."

"This bitch will flee if we get to civilization."

Not wrong. First cop I saw, I'd be screaming my head off.

"Look, if she was a wolf, we could disappear in miles of wilderness forest. There's a lot of rivers and streams we could lose scent in. She's not, and even if she were, she's pregnant and couldn't shift," Salvatore said. "We need a car, and if we need a car, we need roads, so tell me where to go."

"Fine head west and south, but we don't stop in any towns larger than a postage stamp."

"We're going to need money at some point," Salvatore said. "We need to stop someplace large enough for a bank, or at least an ATM."

And a chance to slip away from the nut job he was traveling with. He knew he was running with a loser.

"Fine, whatever, let's do it," Vasilly said.

We headed south, then west, then south again, towards Senneterre, where we could head west again, getting off the larger road. Salvatore stopped in a dinky town named Barraute, for more gas and supplies, including an ATM where he withdrew money. Vasilly didn't really let him out of his sight, which was tricky, because he wouldn't let me out of his sight either. We passed one policeman, but Vasilly held a gun on my belly as we drove past, so I didn't say anything.

North and west some more, through a slightly larger town named Amos, then La Sarre, then south before we could hit another road west crossing into Ontario south of Lake Abitibi. Salvatore pulled off the road so we could sleep in the SUV. I knew I wasn't quiet enough to sneak out of the car as they slept, so I just slept, until Vasilly raped me again when he woke up in the morning. We hit a major road at that point, and were making good time on Provincial Road 11.

About twenty miles west of Longlac, and one hundred, twenty-five before reaching Thunder Bay, there appeared to be a traffic stop on the road, around an ink spot on the road called MacLeod, with several police cars with flashing lights checking every vehicle. Rather than go through the check point, Salvatore turned right on 584 to Geraldton. There weren't any other roads to turn off, so we stayed on that road, although the road curved west again in Exton, becoming 643.

We passed a lake called Clover Lake and there was a road crew working on the road. A flagman directed us to this dirt track that went around the work stoppage. Around a hundred yards down the road, there were four cars lined up while someone held up a stop sign, as if waiting for traffic from the other side, and another couple cars soon pulled in behind us. Oh, fuck, the person holding the stop sign up was Conor. I turned to look in the car behind us, and it was Flint Spear in the driver's seat, along with Rene. Oh, shit.

"While we're waiting, can I get out and stretch my legs?" I asked.

"Sure, if I get out with you," Vasilly said. "I'll be holding a knife on your gut, so don't pull any shit or I'll kill you and your puppy."

I wondered if anyone had a bead on him now.

"Yeah, you're the boss."

"Don't forget it."

Vasilly clung to my arm as I got out, and stood right behind me, the knife prodding my kidney.

"Are we going to walk a little, or just stand here?"

Salvatore said, "Vasilly, there's something wrong here. I can barely smell it over the diesel fumes, but I smell wolf."

Vasilly pulled me closer, an arm around my neck, and put the knife under my belly. He took a deep sniff, then growled.

"Hello, Vasilly," Quinn said from behind me. "You're going to die here. Do you want to go out easy, or hard?"

"Hard," Vasilly said, slicing my stomach open, then dropping me. I fell to the ground and into blackness.

******

I woke up in the most excruciating pain I'd ever experienced. Way, way worse than child birth. I screamed, loudly. It was night, but bright.

"Jessica," a familiar voice said. "You're shifting. Go with it. Don't fight it." A hand on my back, patting it.

"Brigitte," a raspy whisper from my strained voice. "Is that you?"

"It's me. The first one is always the worst."

"Why am I shifting?"

"Quinn bit you. It was the only way to save you. Luckily, it's a full moon tonight, and you lasted long enough to shift."

"Where's Quinn?"

"Taking care of some unfinished business, along with Gerhard, Flint Spear, Rene, and Conor."

I heard another scream, and it wasn't mine. It didn't sound human. It didn't sound like anything I'd ever heard before. I felt my bones breaking. I screamed again.

"You're reforming, rearranging. Your body is learning how to do it. I'm sorry, Jess, but it has to happen."

My face felt like it was getting ripped off. I screamed again, but it sounded like a wolf howl. I suddenly smelled a thousand different things I'd never smelled before. My vision changed, fewer colors. I howled, definitely a howl. I heard myself. I tried to ask about the puppy, but only whines and yips came out of my mouth. Sounds I recognized, but not what they meant. It still hurt so bad. Everything hurt. It even felt like my hair hurt, or was it fur now.

I was still thinking. Thinking about how everything hurt, but thinking. I hadn't lost the ability to reason. It took about five more minutes, but eventually, the pain stopped. I looked down and saw paws, furry paws, with claws. I looked up and saw the full moon overhead and bayed at it. I heard other voices joining me, howling. I looked for Brigitte, and found her wolf, sitting beside me, staring at me. She whined, and moved away, looking back at me, and I understood she wanted me to come with her. I started to follow, and it was a movement both familiar and strange. It's like my legs didn't know how to move, but moved anyway.

Brigitte sped up, and I followed, and soon we were racing through the moonlight, at a dead run. We ran for what seemed like miles, maybe an hour. It felt glorious, and then I suddenly realized some things. I couldn't shift if I was pregnant. That was impossible, so my puppy was dead. If I was a werewolf, I couldn't have another puppy for the pack, unless some human male could somehow manage to fuck a wolf bitch. I was now like any other female member of the pack. Able to have real wolves, or humans, but no werewolf puppies.

I stopped, whining. I realized something else. I couldn't raise my own child. He was gone to me, like Kathleen was gone to Brigitte. My son would need to be adopted by a human. The loss, the sense of loss of that realization was so intense, I wanted to cry. Could wolves cry? They could obviously feel sadness. So much sadness. I'd tried to avoid thinking of Sean for days, hoping to stay alert enough to escape. Now, I was free, and the weight of his death crushed me. I lay down, unable to move. Brigitte came up to me and licked my face. I couldn't move, like my legs had failed me. Brigitte lay down beside me, and rested her head over my back. I wanted to die, and they hadn't let me.

After a while, some other wolves tracked us to where we lay on the ground. I saw Gerhard, Conor, Rene, and Sonya in their wolf shapes, plus some others I didn't recognize, but not Quinn. I needed to talk to people. I needed to find out what happened, and I couldn't as a wolf. I needed to change back. Brigitte had first told me it was an act of will, so long ago, when I first met her. It was a decision that a Were made, to be in his other shape. Yet I remembered how painful it had been. Did I want to shift again, or just stay as a wolf forever. No, I had to know what happened to my loved ones.

I want to be Jessica, human, I thought. Nothing happened. I want to be in my other shape. Nothing happened. Change, damnit, I thought, and still nothing. I thought of me, staring at my reflection in a mirror. This is what I look like. Be this.

The pain. Oh, fuck it hurt. Gerhard and Rene both shifted, standing there in their naked glory. How the fuck did they do it that fast? How the hell weren't they screaming to the heavens when they did it? It felt like my bones were burning inside of me, turning to ash. I started to howl, and it changed into a scream mid-way. Again, it took a long damn time for my body to rearrange, to recreate itself. Finally, it was ended, and I was crouched on the ground, naked. I stood up Gerhard and Rene wrapped me in their arms. All of the other wolves shifted, and I was surrounded by warm bodies. Flint Spear was with them, one of the wolves I hadn't recognized. I could smell all of them, individually, as distinct as their faces, their voices. Even as a human.

"I am so sorry, Wolf Daughter, that my visions were true."

I started to cry, torn, not physically, but emotionally. Sean dead, Maria dead, Gretchen crippled if not dead. Sonya was here. Was Lenore at home? Did she walk into that charnel house and see Sean dead? Was she caring for our babies, Sean's babies? I looked down at my belly, flat, no sign of a wound. Hadn't Vasilly used silver? My pubic hair was fully grown in again, so was my underarm hair, like I'd never shaved it.

"Where's Quinn?" I asked. "I heard him just before I was stabbed."

"He's gone to turn himself in," Rene said.

"For killing Vasilly? That's his job."

"For biting you. He broke the treaty."

"He did it to save me," I protested.

"There's no exceptions provided for in the treaty," Gerhard said. "The Canadian government doesn't have a treaty with the packs, so he's gone back to the States to turn himself in."

"Couldn't he just stay in Canada? Stay with Flint Spear?"

"He wanted to go home."

"Not if he's going to prison," I said. "Quinn can't do prison. He'll die in there."

"It's his choice, Jessica," Gerhard said. "We can't make it for him.

"What happened to Vasilly and Salvatore? Are they dead?"

"Not yet. It may be days, or even weeks before they die," Flint Spear said.

"Where are they?"

"Deep in the woods, now."

"Show me."

"Will you shift again? It would take too long to run there as a human, plus you have no clothes."

"I'll shift," I said.

How did I do this before? It just happened when I shifted to my wolf the first time. I didn't even know what my wolf looked like, except I had paws I recognized as brown. Did I have to know what I looked like as a wolf, or would my body remember. I imagined the wolves around me, what they looked like, what they smelled like, what they sounded like. I want to be a wolf, I thought. Make me a wolf.

The change started again, so excruciatingly slow, yet my body did seem to be remembering what it needed to do. It still took forever, a forever of feeling my body tear itself apart, and put itself back together again. Finally, I was a wolf. I raised my muzzle and howled at the moon, joined by a full chorus. As a group, Gerhard, Flint Spear and Rene leading the way, we headed deep into the woods. We ran about a half hour, and must have gone ten miles. I wasn't breathing hard, wasn't sore, a little hungry, a little thirsty, but good.

Rene stopped in a clearing with two trees in the middle of it. I smelled blood, lots of blood. I looked up, and beheld a torso fastened to each tree. Just a torso, no arms, no legs. They were alive. I could hear their groans and whimpers. The others shifted, so I did too. More agonizing pain, until I stood naked and looked up at Vasilly. In addition to being void of his limbs, he also lacked his manhood. So did Salvatore.

"What did you do to them?"

"Their arms and legs were severed with a silver bladed axe, and silver spikes driven through the stubs of their limbs into the trees," Flint Spear said. "Their limbs can't regenerate, and they can't pull themselves off of the spikes without the leverage provided by arms or legs. It doesn't matter if they did shift. They're still nailed to the tree. Their bodies will use a lot of energy trying to repair what can't be repaired, so they'll be hungry all the time, and without food, the body will try to consume itself for energy. They'll starve to death eventually, or die of thirst, but because they're Weres, it will take a fairly long time. Remind me never to piss Quinn off. It's the nastiest thing I've ever seen done to a rogue."

"Why were they gelded?" I asked, as it wasn't necessary to crucify them on the tree.

"Quinn smelled you on them, and knew they'd raped you," Gerhard said. "That was the first thing he did, after you'd received medical treatment and he had to bite you. They were brought here for the rest."

"Why don't they bleed to death?" I asked.

"Their bodies keep making more blood. That's not inhibited by their inability to repair their limbs. It's where some of that energy is needed. You pretty much have to take a head or pierce the heart to bleed to death."

I looked up at Vasilly. "You wanted to go out the hard way. Was this what you imagined when you said that and cut me, you degenerate mongrel? I hope you rot in hell, and wolves for generations will find your bleached bones hanging on this tree."

"I'm sorry I raped you," Salvatore said. "Won't you please have pity on me and kill me fast?"

"When I first met Vasilly, Quinn asked the Ottawa pack why they let this cur be alpha. He was one wolf, against the rest of the pack. So I ask you now, why did you follow him? When he killed Enrique, Darrell and Pierre, you should have all turned on him and torn him apart. You didn't. You let him do all those things by giving him power he hadn't earned. It's your own damn fault for following him. I have no sympathy for you. The rape is the least of the things you did. You killed my mate, orphaned my children, tore the right arm off my friend and one of the best artists I've ever seen. I don't even know if she's alive or dead. All due to you, and the other wolves you ran with. Fuck you."