My feet hit the ground in front of the tree seconds before the male wolf slammed into my side crushing me sideways against the tree. I feel something in my chest snap and feel my lungs burn as the wind was knocked out of me. As soon as I breathe in, I feel a sharp pain, and I simply cannot force myself to breathe deeply. Each time the male bites at me, the pain in my core is much more extreme than anything else he inflicts. Panting, I lash out at the male with my teeth, hoping to at least cause some damage.


The female is behind me again, of course. “What’s wrong, whore, can’t get enough of my ass?” I say between bites. I really don’t know when to shut up.


Her first few bites land on my rump and at first, I think that is all she is trying to do – more slight injuries that will wear me down with time – but then she latches on to my tail. I clench my jaw – hopefully against the male’s skin – the pain adding to the force of a bite. It feels as though she is trying to rip my tail from my body. I am actually pulled backward slightly by her force, my claws digging into the ground. I can’t take it. Bracing my front feet, I kick out with both back legs, trying to get her off of me. I then brace my shoulder against the tree and attempt to shove the male, trying to spin around to face the female. I try to use my momentum to barrel into her side, teeth reaching for her as I go. Perhaps if I can cause her damage, they will leave and attend to her, considering that there are more lives at risk there than just her own.


Even as I make this move, the pain and blood loss are starting to take their toll on me. By now I have multiple wounds that are freely bleeding, the most severe being the male’s bite to my shoulder. Lack of oxygen from my shallow breathing is taking its toll as well. I am lucky, though, even if I don’t know it now. My ribs may be cracked but none of them were completely broken, sparing my lungs and leaving my chest cavity free of blood – a condition that would definitely have been fatal. Still, I need to get out of here, and quickly. Even as I attack, I try to keep my eyes open for any escape route that would present itself. I won’t be able to run for any long distance, that I am sure of, but if I could at least start somewhere, perhaps back toward Iromar, they might not be willing to follow.

LOKI
. male . five years . solid black . not mated . not imprinted . no pack .
Kerowyn