Running From the Pack (closed)

Seconds later, she heard the sound of the metal doors again sliding shut. As she struggled, she could feel the powerful, muscular chest of her attacker, coated with thick, dense hair. His legs seemed to be clad in pants, although they seemed to hang loose and brush against her thighs and lower legs.

Her body was laid upon the X shaped table. The grip shifted and she could feel the clawed hands now struggling to bind the first of her wrists. If she tried, this might be her last chance to slip out of his grip and make a run for it.

But where?
 
Angelica struggled against him as he lay her on the table and she growled her frustration as he released her throat and she was finally able to breathe again. She wasn’t one to simply lie back and take a piece of adversity She struck out with her legs, kicking various body parts as she shoved him away from her and tumbled off the table.

She scrambled across the floor once more, her fingers scrambling at the seam of the door as she tried to get it to open once more. She had to get out of there. She could only imagine what he’d do to her should he actually get her bound to the surface of that damned table.
 
As she struggled to find the seam in the door, clawed hands seized the back of her hair and jerked her back sharply.

"Mmm, fight! I like a spirited bitch!" he hissed in her ear. A low growl followed and the claws raked the front of her shirt, tearing it partially open. She was pressed to the ground on her back and she could feel her attacker's warm breath on her neck. Panting.
 
Angelica screamed when she felt claws tangle in her hair and jerk her backwards. She struggled against him, her fingers clawing at the fur that now covered his body. As she was pressed to the ground, she kicked and lashed out in any way that she could, her sweater being torn by sharp claws that raked over her chest and belly

“Get off of me, you freak!” She cried out in a hoarse voice, fear lacing her tone as she struggled to get away from his panting breath against her skin. “I should have known that a pretty boy like you gets off on terrorizing women! You’re sick, you know that?”

She didn’t know where the words were coming from, but they were tumbling from her at a frantic rate. She called him every words she knew, even making a few up along the way as she accused him of every manner of horrible act she’d ever heard of.
 
He rose to his feet, pulling her up with him as she cursed and spat at him. He was dragging her back toward the table when she suddenly bit his wrist and pulled away from his grip. A white flash went off in his brain and rage consumed him. His vision went red and he tumbled onto all fours. Now she had done it. The beast was loose!

The transformation came over him quickly. She would see none of it amid the gloom that surrounded them, but she could hear his grunts and groans turning to growls and snarls as his body shift and the remnants of his clothing was torn away by his realigning body. The entire process took over a minute and when it was finished the wolf growled, it's patience with this female at an end. It could see her perfectly in the darkness, frantically clawing at the door.

With a vicious snarl, the beast lunged, tackling her away from the door and pinning her to the floor. It bit deeply into her left side, its fangs drawing blood as it opened a wound just under her armpit and on the side of her breast.
 
Angelica gasped as he used her hair to pull her to her feet, whimpering as he dragged her towards the cross. She did the only thing that she could think of as his wrist past before her face. She sank her teeth into his flesh, blood bursting over her tongue. She refused to let go until he loosened his grip and she could slip away.

She ran back across the room, her fingers clawing and searching for the seam in the door that would allow it to open again. She growled in frustration as she could hear the creaking and popping of something happening behind her. She couldn’t stop, couldn’t give up, she thought as she heard his pants and groans turn into growls and snarls. She could feel tears of fear trickling down her cheeks as the door refused to budge. She was trapped.

She screamed as a creature tackled her away from the door, pinning her to the floor. She beat and scratched at the furry animal with her fists, it’s hot breath blowing across her skin as it struck suddenly. A scream of pure pain escaped her lips as she felt fangs bite into her side. Blood poured from the wound, white hot pain lacing through her entire body and blinding her.

“Stop!” She screamed, her right had still beating against the thing’s head. “Stop!” She felt the fangs dig deeper, the animal’s head shaking as her flesh tore from her bones. Her screams were growing hoarse, her struggling stopping as the pain increased. She could only cry and whimper as she was laced with horrible agony.
 
Just as she cried out for the beast to stop, the creature froze and released her from its monstrous maw. Its tongue licked her fresh blood from its muzzle and teeth and it slow backed away, leaving her lying on the floor bleeding.

The pain and blood loss from the attack left her dazed and confused, and the darkness and silence that filled the room now only compounded matters. She couldn't be sure how much time had passed - minutes, hours - but eventually she heard a familiar metallic scraping noise and then footsteps moving away from her.

Was she asleep? Dead? She couldn't be sure. There had been sounds and feelings, but she wasn't sure what was happening. Then there had been a light. It had burned her vision like the sun. Was this it? The end? The afterlife?

Slowly, she became aware of her body and her surroundings again. Her side hurt like hell. She would later discover the wound had clotted and was no longer bleeding. She would live.

She was lying amid blankets and pillows on the floor of the chamber in which she had been attacked and bitten by the animal. The 'X' shaped table was nearby, but she laid amid a jumble of soft cloth and cushioning on the hard tiled floor of the chamber. Her clothing remained largely in tact, except for her shirt, which had been destroyed during her struggle, and half of her bra.

The black lights of the room were again on, casting their dim, eerie glow. There seemed to be little blood around, save for some traces of dried blood on her skin, clothing and a few spots near the closed metal door.

Looking around, the room seemed mostly bare, save for the table and a pair of security cameras mounted high up in opposite corners of the room. The was no sign of her bag and equipment and a quick inspection revealed her pockets had been emptied.

A sudden sound startled her as the doors slid open. Lucas Vance, dressed in only a closed, gray terrycloth bathrobe, casually strolled into the room carrying a tray of food. The scent of a recently prepared hamburger immediately caught her nose.

"She's awake," he murmurred in a surprised tone. "Awake just 6 hours later. Remarkable, considering what you've been through. I expected you would be out until mid-day tomorrow."

He knelt beside her and placed the tray on the ground.

"I thought you might be hungry, Angelica. Now that all of that unpleasantness is behind us, why don't we discuss what happened to your camera, eh? You know I can't allow you to leave with it. Just hand it over and I'll explain everything.

"We're werewolves. All of us. And now, so are you. Or at least you will be when the full moon rises next week."
 
Everything melded together in her twilight state. The blood loss from the wound had made her pass out, the echoes and sounds of movement around her both confusing and comforting. It was the only way she knew she wasn’t dead. When she finally came back to herself, she noticed that she was still in the room where the attack had taken place.

She sighed, lifted her head from the pillows and blankets that she was resting upon, a frown on her face as she tried to piece everything together. Angelica wasn’t sure what had happened. Her side ached and burned as she tried to move, leaving her trembling on the cushions as she rolled onto her good side to rest. Someone had taken time to make her comfortable, but why?

She whimpered as she tried to raise her left arm, the pain making her stomach roll with nausea. She sucked in a cool breath and centered herself, finally getting the courage to look down at the bite wound. It was bloody, bruised, but already healing. She was surprised to see that the scene had been cleared of her blood. Her sweater and bra were destroyed, hanging off her in tatters that were soaked with blood, but she’d been covered with a soft blanket to keep warm.

The room was still dark and gloomy, bathed in the eerie black lights. Lucas had obviously left some time ago, she thought as she patted down her pockets with her good hand, her eyes closing briefly when she realized that she’d been cleared out and her boots were gone. She was at his mercy.

The door opened and her eyes snapped to the entrance to see Lucas stepping into the room, dressed in a grey robe and freshly showered. She felt disgusting lying there before him, still bloodied and bruised, but he didn’t seem to care.

The smell of food caught her nose and despite the nausea from earlier, her stomach growled and her mouth began to water She watched him as he kneeled beside her and placed the tray on the ground within her reach. She lie still, watching him wearily as she continued to tremble.

He was acting like her cared, asking her questions about her camera as she turned her eyes from him towards the hamburger. She really wanted the food, but moving seemed like too much of a monumental task. When he mentioned werewolves, her eyes widened and went back towards him, a sick realization creeping over her as he mentioned that she was one now too.

“I…” Her voice croaked out from her dry throat. “I don’t have the camera. It’s gone.” She managed to get out, her mind still reeling. “Why did you do this to me?”
 
"Why did I do this? Because you learned too much, Angelica. You uncovered a community of werewolves and were ready to 'out' us to the world. That's something we cannot allow. I offered you a way out several times. You resisted. You left me with little choice and I lost control. The beast can overwhelm even me sometimes. You'll have little control for your first year or two or three."

He pushed the tray toward her.

"What's the old saying? If you can't beat 'em, join 'em? Welcome to the pack, Angelica. I'll share everything, but we have an urgent matter to address first.

"Now. No more games. Where. Is. The. Fucking. Camera?"

His eyes blazed with a slow, controlled burn. She had experienced this rage twice now. The first time he'd controlled it. The second time she hadn't seen it, but had felt its out of control fury.
 
Angelica felt a wide range of emotions course through her mind as he explained things to her. She was angry with him for doing something so barbaric. She was scared of him and the creature that he could become in a moment’s notice. There was another unnamed emotion that fanned through her as she watched his eyes burn with rage. She decided to let that slow burning hatred fan itself into an inferno. She hadn’t run from an abusive childhood to let some asshole beat her down.

She reached out for the plate, pulling it forward and wincing at the pull in her side as she wound reopened slightly and spots of blood stained the blankets and pillows. She calmly brought the hamburger to her lips, eating her fill of the delicious red meat. When she was finished, she finally turned her eyes back to him as he waited for an answer to his question.

“Go…to…hell.” She growled before she lay back down, pushed the plate away and did her best to ignore him. She’d never tell him where the camera was.
 
Lucas's face twisted from anger to annoyance. He'd patiently waited for her to eat and now this little bitch was defying him?

"Angelica, I don't think you realize the situation you're in. You have two options. Number one is to cooperate. Give me the camera and you'll be forgiven and embraced as a member of the community. You're one of us now. You'll need our help. You have no idea what its like. The power and fury and bloodlust of the beast. In seven days, it is going to consume you and transform you. I've seen it drive strong men and women mad before. You need our help. We'll teach you, shelter you, help you. Eventually you can even resume your old life, but with knowledge and some control over this gift."

He paused, letting the words sink in.

"Number two is far worse. You resist unnecessarily and remain a prisoner. The infection will creep through your body without our guidance and support. It will change you, transform you. Mentally, physically, psychologically. It will be painful. Torturous. And I assure you, I won't be very pleasant either. I hate bad house guests. And if word gets out about an unclaimed, untamed female? Well, forget about it. Every unattached wolf on this ranch will come looking to claim you."

He smiled as if he was asking what she wanted for dessert.

"Your choice."
 
Her choice? It obviously wasn’t her choice. She had wanted to get out of there the first moment Lucas began to lure her into the dark chamber she was now lying in. He would never just let her go home. No, there was too much at stake for that. She was a liability now and she knew that. He knew that too. Whatever option she chose would not be the option that she wanted.

She made a show of sighing and turning her head away from him. That camera was her bargening chip. As long as it was out there somewhere and not in his possession she still had a chance. For all he knew it could have been a million miles away at that point, on its way to expose his entire clan.

“I don’t have it.” She said simply, her eyes focusing on the wall across the way. “No matter what you say to me, it won’t change that. It’s gone.”

She took in a deep breath and held it, her eyes squeezing shut as she waited for his anger to rain down on her. It would be fast and furious, she would probably be in more pain then she ever imagined, but she held out hope that perhaps one day, all of this would be over with. She felt her stomach rolling with nerves, an anxious feeling growing beneath her skin.

“I don’t feel good.” Angelica answered in an honest voice, shivering as it felt like there was something pushing against her body from the inside.
 
Lucas sighed and rolled his eyes. "Ok, Angelica, you want to play games then? You had the camera just before you stood up from the couch. Now you don't have it. It's somewhere between here and the library. I'll find it eventually. It's not going anywhere. And neither are you."

He rose from his crouching position by her side and moved to the door.

"I'll leave you to think about your choice. You're already starting to feel the first pangs of the change. Your body is changing on the inside. Just wait until the dreams and hunger begin. It affects the mind and the senses first. Then the body. I expect you'll be in heat soon."

The doors slid open and he stepped through. Turning to face her before they shut, he had an almost sad, wistful look on his face.

"You'll get to make some new friends soon. You won't be able to help yourself. In fact, I think you're going to like being a werewolf. Pleasant dreams!"

The doors slid shut with a thud.
 
The next few hours that she was alone in the room were torture for Angelica. Shortly after Lucas left, her body started to burn. It felt like her muscles were moving and rearranging. Her stomach was both rolling with nausea and calling out in hunger. She curled into a tight ball on the blankets, breathing in the disturbingly soothing scent of Lucas that was imprinted on every single pillow and blanket that cradled her on the floor.

She screamed in agony, retching as the pain became too great. She emptied her stomach onto the floor until she was left aching and quivering. She collapsed back onto the blankets, tears trailing over her cheeks as she thought about the horrible situation she now found herself a part of. Her eyes closed and she cried herself into a restless sleep.

When she woke, the clothing that covered her body suddenly seemed too confining. She rolled off the blankets, shoving her pants off her hips and tearing off the clothing that was still hanging it tatters around her chest. Her skin felt like it was bristling and itched, the muscles beneath the skin still burning. She tried to cry out in pain again and felt she had lost the use of her vocal cords. The noise came out as a whimper, an animalistic noise that sounded anything but human.

Angelica was terrified. She was shivering, sitting on the pile of blankets as she rested her head on her knees and held her legs close to her naked chest. She cried again, the fear and pain becoming too much. Tears trailed over her pale cheeks, her long red hair hiding her face from the view of the cameras.
 
It was about 9:30am the next morning. Lucas had watched her carefully on the monitors that morning and reviewed the highlights of the previous night. Her symptoms were coming on faster than he'd expected and she was clearly struggling already.

Perfect.

He made his way from the control room on the second floor of his home, down to the kitchen where he picked up the tray of food one of his aides had just finished preparing for "a guest". Lucas entered the library, opened the secret door and made his way down the dark, narrow corridor. After typing in a secret pass key combination into a number pad, the doors parted for Lucas and he entered the room.

Wordlessly, he placed the tray of scrambled eggs, ham, bacon and fruit about a foot from the edge of the blankets on the hard floor. He squatted down, resting his arms on his knees and steepling his palms together.

Lucas sighed loudly. "Angelica, I told you things wouldn't be easy. It seems your wolfish nature is eager to make it's presence known. You have 6 days before you change for the first time. Let me help you by us helping one another. What do you say? You know what I want."
 
Angelica peeked through her hair at Lucas as he squatted before her. She knew what he wanted, but she still wouldn’t give it to him. She curled her body tighter in a ball, hiding her naked flesh from his view as she looked down at the food he had placed at the foot of the blankets.

She opened her mouth to speak but found she couldn’t. Speech had been impossible since she’d started to feel all the strange changes around her. She did start to growl though, baring her teeth at him as he stayed much too close to her food. She narrowed her eyes at him, breathing heavily. She was warning him to get away from her in the most primal way possible.

Before she could really understand what she was doing, she sprung at him, tackling him to the ground as she continued to growl with narrowed eyes. Her side burned, the wounds pulling and bleeding again as she knelt over him.
 
Her lunge caught him by surprise and for a few seconds, he was at her mercy. But as he regained his senses, he growled back in an aggressive, hostile tone and rolled her onto her back and pinned her beneath his body. With a snarl, his mouth bit lightly into her neck, his slightly sharpened teeth pressing against her jugular.

The message was plain and simple. I can kill you any time if I wish.

His slightly elongated nails dug into her side, causing the already reopened wound to begin bleeding further.

"Bitch," he hissed in a low voice. "You will obey me."

His yellow eyes stared into her own, still their normal color.

"Concentrate. Focus. Calm your anger. Breathe slowly. Then you will be able to speak again, Angelica."

When he saw her regain her composure, he relaxed his grip over her.

"Now, tell me what I want to know," his voice hissed.
 
The feel of sharp teeth on her throat as she was tumbled onto her back had her still in an instant. He could kill her. He would kill her. Angelica went limp beneath him as she panted and tried to regain herself. She whimpered in pain as his claws dug into her injured side again, the blood flowing and pooling beneath her as she opened her mouth to express her pain and only a muffled sound was issued.

She winced as he forced her to look at him, her own hands trying to push him away. She planted her arms on his shoulders and pushed only to be met with incredibly resistance. She might have been physically fit and strong, but she was no match for his solid body.

He was whispering to her, instructing her on how to regain her voice. She tried to concentrate, to focus, but it was incredibly difficult. She was panicking. She felt trapped. She was like a caged animal that would have chewed off her own leg to be free. When she finally did manage to calm herself, she looked up at him as he hissed at her.

“I…” Her voice was rusty, the vocal cords struggling to work. “I…I can’t tell you.” She said, her voice husky. “You’d kill me if I told you.”
 
Lucas stroked her hair with his clawed fingers and whispered soothingly to her, like a parent to a child. "Angelica, Angelica, you fear for naught. You are one of us now. You are a member of the community, of the pack. Turn over the camera and you will join us. We will care for you, nuture you, teach you. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already. The camera is here somewhere, not in the hands of someone else. Killing you would serve no purpose."

His eyes stared deeply into hers. They had an almost hypnotic quality to them. He admired her fierce resistence. To have struggled this long already was impressive. He leaned his head down and gently kissed her lips, his tongue softly parting her lips. His chest pressed forward against her exposed breasts and one clawed set of fingers lightly pinched at one of her nipples.

"Join us, Angelica. We have much to show you."
 
Angelica whimpered as his hands soothed through her hair and she shivered. Whatever was in her wanted to roll over to Lucas and present him her belly. The human side of her was screaming at her to continue fighting. She didn’t trust him. Not a single word that left his mouth was something that she could believe, but she somehow had to show him that he could trust her. She had to get out of that room.

He stared deep into her eyes and she was unable to look away. She felt his hands trailing over her breasts before his lips claimed hers in a surprisingly gentle kiss. This man wasn’t gentle. It was all an act! That thing within her loved the attention though and she felt her grip on reality slowly disappearing.

Her voice was gone again, only whimpers and moans escaping as his clawed fingers pinched her nipple as his chest pressed closer to her. She looked up at him with fear. She didn’t like what was happening to her and didn’t know how to stop it. Everything that he was doing would cause the animal within her to submit.

“I’ll show you.” She murmured in a hoarse voice as she brutally forced the animal back, her heart racing a million miles a moment.
 
"Yes. Yes, you will," he growled softly in her ear. His hands were pushing down her partially undone pants further. Clawed fingers stroked the top of her partially exposed mound. He kissed gently at her neck, moving down to her shoulders and breasts. His tongue began to gently lap at the open wound on the side of her breast, seeming to savor the taste of her blood.

"Where... is... it?"

Lucas was wearing the gray bathrobe from last night. The folds parted and the knot loosened, revealing his swollen cock, the head glistening with a hint of precum.
 
The beast within her whimpered at his growling tone. She exposed her throat to him, showing him her submission as his clawed fingers stroked the top of her mound. She wriggled beneath him, her eyes gliding close as his tongue lapped across the wound that he’d given her, the blood that had been spilled since he came back being cleaned away with his stroking tongue.

When he growled again, her eyes opened and she looked down at Lucas. Heat bloomed on her cheeks as she saw his robe part, exposing his cock. She shivered and looked away, not wanting to look a the hard cock that belonged to a man that she would have loved to do nothing more than claw his eyes out.

She gritted her teeth, the beast brutally thrown away yet again as she focused her mind and memories. She had to keep fighting, she told herself. She couldn’t just give up.

“Where do you think, smart guy?” She gritted out, her leg coming up quickly to strike between his legs.
 
Lucas cried out in pain as her knee met his groin. He rolled off her, gasping for air. A flash of rage went through his brain like a supernova and his bestial side seized control.

His claw-like nails began to extend further and he groaned a deep, rumbling growl-like sound. His head lifted and his already yellow eyes had a wild, feral look to them. He seized the robe and pulled it open and off, fully exposing his muscular body. He was almost completely hairless, but small tufts were beginning to appear on his chest, shoulders and arms.

"You... fucking... bitch," he snorted between gasps for air. "Now you'll see what you'll become!"

He lashed out, his claws catching her jeans and opening a large gash in the front of them.

His cock, now plainly visible, was still erect and seemed to be swelling and thickening as it pointed directly at Angelica.
 
Angelica gasped as she watched Lucas lose control of himself and begin to change. His claws lengthened and his chest began to sprout coarse looking fur. Her eyes were wide as he lashed out and caught her jeans, slicing through the denim like it was nothing. His cock which had been visible the entire time seemed to thicken and pulse as it pointed angrily at her.

She rolled onto her stomach, trying to crawl away from him. She let out a yelp as his hand wrapped around her ankle and yanked her back to the nest of blankets and pillows. She lashed out with the other leg that wasn’t trapped, trying to make contact with him with the hopes that he would let go.
 
His clawed hand wrapped around her ankle and dragged her back to him. The other hand, which was beginning to stretch into a paw, swiped at the seat of her jeans, shredding them and the underlying panties. With a growl, he leaned forward and tore away the remnants of the upper part of her pants and undergarments with his elongating teeth.

Thick, dense fur was now sprouting across his body as the underlying skin took on a tan tone. His bones crunched and popped, his shoulders realigning, his spine stiffening and lengthening and his chest and ribs expanding outward.

His face was beginning to contort as his teeth grew and his mouth widened. He sniffed, taking in the scent of her cunt and gave it a quick lick with his now long, thin, rough tongue. He growled with satisfaction and his cock swelled further, a wolfen sheath covered with dense, coarse hair forming around it. It brushed against the side of her leg and pulsed with eager anticipation.

It was already impossible for him to speak and his mind was rapidly being subsumed by the beast, but both Lucas and his lycanthropic side were equally determined to fuck Angelica into submission.
 
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