Melos had set her down in the once beautiful lands, he needed to do something and just told her to stay. Still being the young pup she is, the beautiful black fae said yes and was now waiting. She didn’t know how long she was waiting, but she began to get bored. She knew Melos wouldn’t have forgotten her. So instead of trying to walk of, the beautiful fae just waited for her friend. Since he found her in the mountains he never left her side unless it was important. She was also small enough to curl up on his back and lay there when he walked. At night she held on to his ear with her little muzzle and he curled around her. It was her safe space, she never wanted to leave him, but she knew she’d have to go find her brother and sister at some point so they didn’t think she was dead.

She felt the sun go down and her body started to shiver. It wasn’t like she could hope the scenery was going to entertain her, she was blind, but it didn’t stop her from day dreaming about what her future was going to be. A smile crossed her face as she imagined what her Melos looked like, what it was going to be to see him as an adult. They would get to play and have fun. She imagined being able to see again, to get to see her male friend. Would he still be with her if she could see? Did he only want to be around her because she was someone to take care of? She shook her head and sighed, that didn’t sound like her best friend at all. As she waited for him to come back to her something felt off in the woods around her. Her head snapped to where she thought he was at. ”Melos, is that you? I’m cold…..” She squeaked out hoping that it was her friend coming back for her. When the night became the leading time, her body grew cold and tired. After a few seconds there wasn’t an answer and Tesa now began to worry. As she was about to call out again, she was smashed into. Yelping she called out for her friend. ”Melos! Help! Help!” She screamed out and attempted to get away from whatever was attacking her. Then she realized it was another wolf. This made her struggle harder. If she was only stronger she’d be able to knock this wolf off of her. As she struggled she listened to him groan in what seemed like pleasure. ”Yes please scream more for me. It makes the agony build up in you and your blood becomes more tasteful!”

She stopped struggling, this was like how her father tormented her. He would lay on top of her and tell her to struggle, tell her to make him enjoy the pain he was inflicting on her. Yet she wouldn’t give in and she wasn’t about to give into this male doing the same thing to her. She tucked her tail around her privates and as she did he snapped his jaws at her. Another whimper escaped her lips and yet she went limp below him and she tried to fight the memories that were threatening to harm her more than this male was. ’Please Melos, help me…’