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Shewolves of Life and Death

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"As protectors of harmony

we rise.

In the shadows of war

death may befall us,

but through love's devotion

we rise again"

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CHALLENGE #3 (Short Story) SUBMISSION

Prompt number two - the claiming ceremony where my character is not to be a member of the far north and where I sense my mate at the ceremony.

First curveball picked curveball number 1 - which is that my Alpha orders me to kill my mate from a rival pack.

2nd curveball I picked curveball number 2 - where my mate is killed and I am made a breeder for the murderer.

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The mist swirls in the air around me as I tread silently forward. The drums pulse and the wolves are swaying back and forth - their eyes are vacant, staring almost unseeing at the high altar in front of them.

Their chanting floats on the breeze towards me as I push my nature forward, forward to our destiny...

When I was young my pack believed I was an abomination as the second born twin of an Alpha. Especially my being a female.

My brother was lauded, but I? I was an abomination. I should have been destroyed but I was not. My mother fought hard and I was allowed to live but on one condition - I would never be allowed to have pups - a pup should never be born of an abomination's loins. The cycle must end with me.

So I was instructed from a young age that I was to kill my mate. I was trained as the ultimate warrior, skilled in both body and mind. Fearless and heartless. Unfeeling. An angel of death.

I truly became what everybody already believed I was. An abomination.

The chanting rises to a crescendo as a female is brought towards us. I can feel power emanating from her pores. So this is the true alpha female I have heard so much about.

She is more hated than even I.
She is pulled harshly by the silver threaded through her nose and she stumbles forward. She is obviously heavily drugged like the wolves around me. As she reaches the altar the large Alpha male at the front nuzzles her cheek and begins speaking to the hushed crowd.

My attention wavers. This is not what I am here for. I am here to destroy the other half of me. Something perhaps no wolf has ever done. But I am no ordinary wolf. I finger the daggers hidden within my clothing and smile inwardly.

I walk slowly through the crowd, the hair on my arms lifting, feeling from every crevice to see if I can sense the presence of my mate. The pack closes in tighter, enclosing me within their depths as the mating ceremony begins.

I cannot tear my eyes away from the brutal show in front of me.
I almost feel sorry for the female. Almost. But she is still an abomination like me.

With a sudden tremor the lightest wisp of a breeze carries an unknown scent to me, but a scent which seems like it will forever be engrained in my memory. My thighs shake slightly as my wolf nearly whimpers. Annoyed with myself, I shake my head and try to find the direction of the scent.

My keen eyes zone in on a tall, broad male who looks very similar to the alpha male at the podium.

So this is he. And he is drugged also.
Should be an easy kill.

I push against the crowd, trying to pull further air into my lungs that is not just full of this male's scent. But it seems to stick to everything now.

I weave around some swaying wolves as I try to slide closer to this male. I can see the full view of his back now, my eyes are drawn to the way his muscles bunch and flex as he sways.

I snap my head back and reach for my dagger to throw it when suddenly a vicious pain assaults my right side. I stagger slightly and drop to my knees. I reach for my side and when I pull my hand back it is covered in a thick, viscous liquid. Blood. have been stabbed by another's dagger. I turn my head slightly to see a startling looking white haired she wolf bristling and snarling savagely behind me.
"You should never try to kill a brother of mine."

Ignoring the sheer ache in my side, I lift myself back up and to my full height and my beast rushes forward so that my engorged veins pulse trying to push her back.
"I was merely going to exchange in some friendly banter, female." I snarl, my canines descending.

"Your dagger speaks otherwise", the white haired female replies.

In my side vision I notice the bulk of the male winding his way through the crowd towards me. He cannot reach me, I will not allow it. At that moment the alpha male on the altar sinks his teeth into the neck of the female they call Charlie and a louder chorus begins in the crowd. My white haired obstructor is distracted momentarily and I take this chance to escape as I shift to my fur form and run through the crowd. I can hear the whistling of a dagger pass by the fleshy lobe of my ear followed by the thunderous male roar of "Stop Elska!"

A tremor runs through me at that growl and I push forward darting now this way and that through trees when suddenly I can feel a presence running behind me. It is him. I run and run until I reach a rocky precipice and I pull back at the edge just as I watch a rock tumble carelessly to the bottom and end up with a splash in a lake. I still as the same voice speaks behind me.

"Hello mate."

I do not turn around. I stare down at the lake below me as it glistens, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars in the sky above. To somebody else it would have been beautiful but not to me.
My life was not beautiful.

I tremble slightly as my bones crack and pop to take my human form. I stand proudly with my long honey coloured hair tumbling down my back behind me. I am a proud female. I am not to be hidden.

"You shall not be my mate. You are to die by my hands."

A soft noise escapes the mouth of the male. I frown and listen closer and I realise that he is chuckling. Anger and disbelief surges through my veins as I pull a growl from the harshest depths within me and I surge forward, trying to shake the ground as I walk. The male stumbles very slightly, not expecting I think to see such power flow from my small frame.

"Why are you laughing? It is dangerous to assume that I am not one to be trifled with. I have been sent here to kill you. I am an abomination. I do not need or deserve a mate. I must never have pups." I snarl, my harsh breath being pulled between my teeth.

The male's face darkens, his wolf in the forefront of his eyes, as he steps even closer so that our chests are almost touching. His smell engulfs me as he leans forward and whispers into the shell of my ear "You are mine, mate. You will never be able to kill me and you will never be able to leave me."

He pulls away slightly before leaning forward again "Oh, and there will be pups". He pulls away fully, grinning widely showing all his teeth.

It is then that I spring into action and my dagger is embedded in his front before he even realises it.

I stand back and snarl at him, showcasing my full arsenal of war. (thanks for that phrase Rachelle!)

He falters slightly but his face never changes from it's stoignant expression as he pulls the knife from his chest.

"You'll have to try harder than that, mate", he growls lowly.
"I will never stop trying" I reply.

"What is your name mate?" he asks.

"Freya" I reply.

"Freya, you are my other half. You cannot kill me. We are destined for each other. Every wolf deserves a mate."

"Not me, I am an abomination..."

"Yes you are, but so is my sister. I can love an abomination, it has been proven already. I can love you", he quietly replies.

I tremble slightly and my wolf whimpers in my mind. I am not used to kind words being spoken to me.

The male shuffles forward slowly with his arms outstretched. I startle a little and stumble backwards when he reaches me again but he holds my arms steady.

"My name is Ryeson, Freya. Abomination or not, you are mine and I will love you. You will not kill me and you will not leave me."

I struggle a little in his hold but then he does something which leaves me breathless, he leans forward and presses his lips to mine gently. I still in his arms and then I find myself somehow moving my lips on his in return. And it feels wonderful.

And for once in my life, I think that maybe I can be loved.

Then my world comes crashing back to reality when suddenly a loud roar escapes my mate's mouth and he turns with a violent movement and it is then I notice the long dagger embedded in his back and a laughing male behind him. Ryeson is too wounded to shift but still lunges for the unfamiliar male and a bloody battle ensues. I snarl and project my anger outwards as the leaves on the trees shake with my fury and I join the fight with vigour, everything in me now wanting to save this male that earlier I was sent to kill.

But I am too late. I see the other male twist the dagger in my mates chest and his breathing slows as he drops to his knees.

"Ryeson NO!!" I sob, falling to the ground in front of him, my own heart feeling like it has been stabbed.

"I'm so sorry Ryeson, my mate, I'm so sorry"

"Shh, it's ok Freya", he breathes, "Just know that I would have loved you and I will meet you again in the moon, my mate"

He slumps to the ground as I sob, holding him in my arms as he takes his last breath.

My world has shattered. But then my world was never meant to be beautiful.
I clench my firsts together and rise and turn to the murderer of my mate.
"Why?" I ask simply.

"Because I could. I am Alpha Gordon of the far southern territory. My mate cannot produce pups and I need a breeder. I saw you at the ceremony, I can sense your strength and I want you for my own. You will give me fine strong pups", he laughs out, showcasing all of his teeth.

The anger builds to a crescendo inside of me until my wolf surges forward and lunges for this male - intent on ripping his throat out, but I am thrown back by two males who have come from behind me. In my despair I did not even notice there were more wolves with him.

The two large males try to hold me down but I continue to fight, snarling and biting and ripping at flesh until another three of his males join in to try to hold me down.
"Know this, Alpha Gordon, I will never stop trying to kill you". I continue with a savage sneer "You will never be safe around me. Tread carefully, Alpha!!"

1 year later

I am chained in a cell lying in a cesspit filled with the stench of my own urine and vomit. My hair is matted and tangled and stuck to my head. What's left of my clothes are tattered and torn to shreds.
Outwardly I look like a broken female. But inwardly I'm not.

I wait and wait every day while they throw in food and water to me every now and then and then once at night the Alpha will come to me, take me roughly, smack my ass, laugh and leave again.

I can never reach the keys of the cell or of the padlock on my chains, they always lay them on a table on the other side of the room, but with the silver on my body I'm just not fast enough to reach them before they can. It's like they all wish to taunt me.

Every night. Again and again I take the torture from the Alpha, vomiting up what little I've eaten afterwards. Waiting for my chance, I know it will come.

A young girl brings me my food once a week. Unlike the others who feed me, I know this girl is different. I can feel the compassion from her, whether it's just the gentle flash of sorrow in her eyes whenever she sees me or just the kindness in her voice when she speaks to me. I know she is afraid to be nice to me as it would cause trouble for her if it was found out. I am the abomination who the Alpha fucks, I am not to be spoken with.

But I have been gradually getting her to talk to me, little by little, week by week, thanking her for feeding me, asking her about her life, telling her how miserable I am and telling her all I want is to die and join my mate in the moon. I am setting my plan into motion.

This day that the young blonde she-wolf comes to me is just like any other. She cautiously moves into the hellhole where I am kept, she always moves cautiously around me, slightly afraid of me even now when I am chained up with sliver.

"Hello Dahlia!", I smile as much as my cracked lips will allow, but careful not to show teeth. I don't wish to scare her.

"Hello Freya", she smiles sadly. "I'm sorry that you seem even thinner than last week."

"It is not your fault Dahlia. Hopefully I will eventually waste away and join my beloved mate in the moon"

Dahlia bows her head slightly "I wish I could help you somehow Freya but I cannot free you. I would be killed".

I smile inwardly. This is my chance.
"Dahlia, my only friend here. Yes Dahlia, there is one way you could help me.."

I inch forward slightly, dragging the heavy chains behind me.
"Dahlia, I have nothing, I am a broken female. You see my life. I want to leave this world and enter the moon to be with my mate again. That is all I wish for. Please you can help me. Please."

Dahlia looks at me with wide eyes "But how? I cannot help, they would just kill me!"

"Sneak me in a dagger Dahlia! All I want is to end my life! Please do this for me!"

Dahlia gasps, "How will I do that?! They will know it was me for sure!"

I reply calmly, " the other guard, Ryan, I can see the outline of a dagger always in his back pocket of his jacket. Stupid place to keep it but it is there all the same. I have seen him hold it before when he threatens me. Makes him feel big to threaten a chained up female. It is inscripted with the sigil of his family. All you have to do is take it from his pocket when he leaves his jacket lying around. They will suspect him of giving me the dagger or me stealing it from him. They will not suspect you. Please, Dahlia."

Dahlia nods her head once with a determined look in her eyes, "Yes Freya, I will do it for you".

I smile fully, this time showing off all my warfare. This female would make a good warrior if only she was given the training and guidance. "Thank you Dahlia".

With that, she leaves me alone once again.

Of course I couldn't tell her my full plan. The less she knows the better for that female.

Later that night, the Alpha as usual saunters into the cell jingling the keys behind him and laying them on the table outside the room as usual. Over the last year he has become squatter and lazier and it does not suit him. But he would always be a useless wolf in my eyes, no matter what anyway.

I pull back from him, the silver chains rattling tinnily as I go, feinting back into the corner, playing my part of the fearful she-wolf.

"How's my favourite pet, Freya?" He sneers. "Your son is very happy with me and the Luna, he does not even know of your existence!", he laughs loudly, it's coming all the way from the bottom of his stomach. This male is so very happy with himself.

He pushes me hard back against the floor and gets on top of me and enters me with a loud grunt. I grit my teeth and let it happen. "I hope you're enjoying this Alpha.", I say to him between clenched teeth.

He looks down at me surprised.

It is then that I strike, plunging the dagger from behind me directly into his heart.

As he falls on top of me and gasps, I press my mouth against his ear and whisper, "Because that will be the last time you touch me Alpha. In fact it will be the last time you do anything," I laugh loudly, manically, "I told you I would kill you, Alpha"

I twist the knife as he gasps and his breathing stills. I look over at the table that holds the keys to the door and the lock on my chains.

My life may not be beautiful, but it now has a purpose.

"And I'm coming to free my son next"

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:: POINTS & BADGES/TATOOS ::

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CH #1 POINTS: 50

CH #2 POINTS: 150

CH #3 POINTS: 900

TOTAL POINTS: 1100

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♪ Song: "" ♪