Curled up under the bed, I kept a close eye on any movement going on in the room. I heard the God above roam around and even lay on the bed, each little movement making my ears twitch and flutter as I waited for something to change.

Soon enough he'd grew annoyed and would try and chain me; it was in a God's nature after all. It wouldn't be the first time that they changed their voices to be sweet as honey, luring in unwilling people with innocence and kindness, only to turn around and lash out when they got what they wanted.

His scent curled in my nostrils, making me sneeze and huff before wiping my paw over my muzzle. It was impossible though to get rid of his stink; his bed was saturated with it.

"Come now, I don't smell that bad." The god murmured, making me snort in disagreement before snarling as his long legs were tossed back on the floor before he crouched to look at me. I bared my teeth, growling viciously to warn him not to try and reach out.

I could still taste his blood on my tongue, a metallic and rich taste I couldn't get rid of. My hackles were raised, pushing against the bottom of the bed as I eyed the god in distaste. He had sent for someone and I wondered what was going on here.

Why take me from the forest and dump me here, other than to satisfy his curiosity? My tongue flicked over my teeth, trying to get rid of the taste while making me realize my mouth was feeling rather dry.

As if hearing my thoughts, which the god was most likely listening to, he padded away from the bed before returning, a bowl of water placed down a few feet away from the bed. It was tempting to go over and drink but I simply averted my head and looked the other way.

I'm not falling for his stupid tricks.

He sighed deeply, backing up before falling on his ass unceremoniously, tilting his head to look at me. The way he seemed to be almost pouting and impatiently glancing back and forth between the bed and the door, reminded me of a child promised a treat, but couldn't have it yet.

The skin around his eyes wrinkled as he laughed, a grin spreading his lips as he shook his head. "Your mind is very interesting, to say the least. First I stink and then I'm compared to a child?" He threw his head back to laugh again, so carefree and full of joy that it filled me with wonder.

How would it feel like to be so happy like that?

I sheltered my memories from him as much as I could, making an effort to not think back of my past. Still, flashes of what once was fluttered through my memory, small things that seemed mundane and not worth remembering but still.

The smoky scent of my father, combined with the think leather he wore to protect himself from the heat. A memory where I had watched him in awe as he hammed on the hot iron, slowly transforming it in a beautiful blade. A vague memory of being held by my mother, her hair falling over my face and sheltering me from the world.

A squeaking door and footsteps entering the room snapped me from those memories in an instant, pulling me back to the present. A middle aged man stood in the doorway, all bulging muscles and threatening aura. His dark brown eyes were guarded yet curious, glancing around the room before looking at the God.

No words were exchanged, as the God merely motioned with his chin towards the bed before the other male crouched. The instant he did, I snarled, only to be surprised when he growled back.

"He doesn't seem to be a werewolf though... Maybe a shifter that chose a wolf form at the moment. But I think I can make him shift." He replied over his shoulder, eyes still fixed on my form.

My ears flattened to the side as my hackles bristled even more, paws digging in the floor. Over my dead body I would let someone command me again or catch me off guard in a fragile shape. I would not shift in front of these men, not now, not ever.

Fingers reached under the bed, intending to scruff me and drag me out but I responded quicker than the man. My teeth snapped shut in his hand, biting and breaking flesh before releasing and snarling sharply.

He hissed, withdrawing his hand as blood bubbled up from the wound, staining the carpet underneath. Anger burned in his gaze as teeth were bared. The god moved slightly, shaking his head. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..."

"Psh, I'm an Alpha, I've dealt with unruly pups who refused to submit before..." he moved out of my sight but soon the bed skittered to the side. I jumped in surprise before baring my teeth at the shaking man.

He growled back, demanding me to shift but I simply dug my paws in the carpet, refusing to move. My ears flattened in surprise as the man snarled and flung forwards, landing on all fours in the shape of a wolf.

"Peter, I don't think this will end well..." the wolf shook his fur out and snorted at the god's words. His shoulders flexed as he prepared to pounce, ignoring my snarls.

The second the wolf leaped, it felt like he did in slow motion. I could tell that he aimed to tackle me, most likely pin me down. His teeth were bared and aimed for my scruff.

But the menacing look in his eyes quickly disappeared, making place for shock as I had jumped to the side. Before he could recover, I slammed my head in his side, toppling him over and sending him skittering across the floor.

Peter shook his fur out and snarled viciously, snapping his teeth as I puffed my chest up with a low, warning growl. My ears were swiveling, focusing on the God behind me and the werewolf in front of me.

I refused to me dominated and forced to submit, ever again. To hell with that, I'd rather end my miserable existence as it was.

Sadly enough, my thought proved enough a distraction for Peter to tackle me. We rolled over the floor, snarling and snapping at one another as we both tried to get the upper hand. His teeth slammed shut on my left ear, making me whine in pain before I retaliated by snagging his leg between my teeth and jerking violently.

He released me quickly, favoring his sore limb while I shook my head, feeling my ear throb and fill out with blood. It throbbed painfully to the beat of my heart, which only annoyed me further. Why did they drag me all the way over here, only to bother and attack me?

I never harmed anyone in my life, yet fate was inclined to fuck me over simply because I was born.

The god was no longer reclining on the bed, but eying us both as he slowly stood. He seemed to start to regret calling the wolf over in the first place but before he could even open his mouth, Peter was on me yet again.

This time I was the one who got shoved in the ribs, sending me clear across the room before slipping of a set of stairs. My head smacked into the wall and stone stairs several times, which made me see stars before I shook myself out and snarled venomously, pushing myself back on my paws.

No more. No longer would I be a passive doll to be toyed with, torn apart and tossed from God to God. I refused to obey their commands any longer, to offer them respect when they gave none in return.

Baring my teeth, I lunged for the wolf as it descended the stairs, making it bark in surprise before I caught it by the scruff. My intent wasn't to kill nor to dominate. I simply wanted him gone and to leave me alone.

Why couldn't anyone understand that I wanted to be left alone?!

People yelped in fright and stumbled to the side as we barged through doors, ripping up fabric and destroying furniture as we went. No longer did we see anything except the fight as things became serious and brutal.

I could hear several worried yelps and howls from all around us, cluing me in on the fact that this wolf wasn't alone. Its pack was here as well but didn't intervene.

Peter bit into my paw and managed to twist me on my back, baring my belly to him in a submissive pose. The wolf didn't waste time and posed himself above of me, snarling and snapping his teeth in my face, frothing at the mouth.

His order was clear, screaming from his every action as one of his paws landed heavily on my chest and pushed me further in the dirt.

Submit. Submit. Obey and submit!

My eyes widened, chest expanding rapidly as Peter took action and snagged one of my paws between his teeth when I attempted to push him away from me.

His teeth slammed shut around my scars as his pack mates crept closer, eying the fight with confidence in their Alpha. But the second his jaws wrapped around my scars, something snapped inside me as memories of that cold cave and the torment I lived through, flooded through my body.

"And here he is, the Almighty Fenris. Foretold murderer of the All father Odin and bringer of Ragnarök." The man chuckled with a sneer as he looked at my nude body, bound by unbreakable chains and open for any torture the god had planned. "If only those fools would see precognition from nightmares and know when they're listening to someone capable to foretell the future and the ravings of a madman."

He squeezed my jaws tightly between his fingers, tapping a nail against my bared stomach. "Then again, if they hadn't listened, I didn't have Loki's son all to myself, now did I?"

My body jerked at the memory as raged filled my entire being. My chest burned along with every scar, every mark that had been left on me. I could feel my body tremble and expand, eyes glowing as the wolf above me yelped in fear.

Seconds later, I had him pinned underneath me as I towered above him, drool flying off of my canines when I roared in his face. The Alpha whimpered and curled up, baring his belly and throat with his tail tucked tightly between his legs before he shifted, eyes wide and panting in fear.

"Fenris... Father of wolves." He whispered in awe while I snorted and stepped away from him. The wolves around us backed off, laying down on the floor and holding their heads down, eyes averted.

My eyes landed on a set of electric blues that were focused on my form. The god that had started all this. Baring my teeth, I snarled at him with all the hatred I felt bubbling in my veins before I turned tails and ran.

Already I could tell he was preparing to shift and take off after me. But I'd try my best to escape from this god.

Curse the gods. Every single one of them.