My fingers drummed on the windowsill, eyes scanning outside restlessly as I tried to stay calm. It's been quite a while since I've been shoved in this room, in this form, without a way out and as long as I remained like this, I couldn't relax.

I still felt uncomfortable in this form. My skin too bare and sensitive, body way too vulnerable and open for any attacks. Being in human form reminded me too much of the hellhole I managed to escape.

The scars on my body were more visible, bright pink and white lines, patches of sunken, deformed skin that contrasted sharply against the rest of my body. I felt nauseous looking at them, as each glimpse of those scars reminded me just how I got them.

How my captor had laughed and told me how he enjoyed carving my skin up, giving me those scars. How I was nothing more but a plaything to him, a God.

A low growl slipped past my lips, my fingers digging onto the small wooden table before I heard footsteps approaching. I backed away from the door, giving myself plenty of space between me and that annoying god as he cautiously stepped in the room.

He held his hands up in the air, as if showing me he meant no harm but I nearly scoffed at that. He was a God. Gods don't give a shit about anything they deem lesser than themselves.

And everything is beneath them.

A frown marred his features as he eyed me, walking further in the room though he stayed in front of the bedroom door. Blocking it. Preventing me to escape, to have a way out.

My eyes narrowed at that, as I hated feeling trapped. I've been trapped for far too long for no reason at all than simply being born.

"Fenris."

Hearing that god speak my name made me shiver, memories of the past assaulting me, both pleasant and highly unpleasant. Memories of my father, as he had guided me over towards the gods, bowing deeply in respect while they eyed him with disdain.

"Ah, so this is the little Fenris, eh?" I watched from behind my father's leg, staring up in awe at Odin and his son Thor, eyes wide and mouth ajar, heartbeat drumming an excited beat. I'd never imagined I was ever going to see the gods, let alone meet them.

Blood dripped down my nose as I shook off the memory, only for multiple others to assault me, threatening to overwhelm and suffocate me in their depressing nature.

How the gods had revealed that I was not a human, but an offspring of a god. That I didn't belong in the mortal realm any longer.

I blinked and backed up, gasping for air as the god eyed me worriedly. His behavior was way too gentle for a God, and for one moment my mind flashed back to that forbidden memory, of when I was brought to the gods' realm and shifted the very first time.

Of when I met my true father... and the only god who ever seemed to love and trust me.

My eyes widened in awe as Odin lifted me up with little to no effort and gave a nod to my human parents. I grinned at them, waving excitedly, unknowing that I'd never see them again, even though the gods had reassured me that they'd allow them to visit.

But gods lie all the time. What is one more lie, a broken promise to a small child they deemed an enemy?

When we arrived in Asgard, however, I was roughly dropped and yelped as I hit the floor, the magic of the realm and Odin's power seeping through my skin until I stood on trembling paws.

"This form is your true nature, "Odin said coolly as he walked ahead, "We shall see how well you adapt to it and we shall train you to use it properly."

Odin had smirked down at me, a cool glint in his eyes as he watched my trembling form and lack of coordination, as I still had to get used to these paws. However, his cold glare still held a bit of hesitation and softness, even more so when another man shoved forwards, pushing past Odin and Thor and kneeled in front of me.

"My son..." I yipped as I was picked up and enveloped in soothing warmth, the god's emotions somehow seeping through me until I nearly vibrated with the pure joy and love he exuded.

"Thank you for finding him, Odin. I feared I had lost him forever." The god spoke above my head, fingers caressing gently over my body and stilling the fearful whimpers that threatened to break free. "I owe you."

"All in time, Loki. All in time. For now, bond with your son. You never know what might happen.." Odin spoke, confusing me slightly as it seemed he was unsure of the future, or unsure if something were to happen to me.

I stopped caring though when Loki laughed, a musical sound that made my tail twitch with happiness before he pulled me closer.

He nuzzled my fur lovingly, a soft kiss pressed against my muzzle before he stood, holding me in his embrace. "Have no fear, " he murmured soothingly as I tucked my muzzle under his chin, trembling in the god's overwhelming presence. "You are safe here. No harm will come over you, I promise."

Fingers pressed on my shoulder, instantly snapping me out of the memory as I bared my teeth. "Don't touch me!" I snapped while smacking the God's hand away, glaring at him with all the hatred I felt for his kind.

Curse the gods, every last one of them.

Surprisingly, he listened, backing up slightly while I struggled to catch my breath. I could feel the moisture in my eyes, threatening to spill like the bile that was burning up my throat. I swallowed heavily, growling in defense as the god didn't leave me alone.

Why can't everyone just leave me alone?! What have I done wrong to you people to hate me so?

The god sighed deeply, a troubled expression on his face as he backed up even more and slowly sat on the bed. "Calm down Fenris. The only thing I want is for you to calm down and relax. Nobody here, in this realm, will ever harm you."

I snorted at that, rolling my eyes. "And why should I believe you?" I spoke, my voice raw and raspy from a lack of use. The god frowned at my words, attempting to be sincere. "I give you my word."

"The word of a god." I scoffed, baring my teeth in anger, "That means nothing to me." His eyes flickered to my wrists, scars bare for all to see before he nodded in understanding. "So, how long till they come for me?"

His eyes flickered up, confusion and some other emotion lying in them as he frowned, "What?" Backing up, I glanced at the windows once more while spitting, "I'm sure that Odin will pay you a hefty reward for finding me and turning me in. After all, I'm a monster, right?"

"You monster!"

"Filthy animal!"

"How dare you even think of overthrowing Odin and destroying the realms? We'll never let you! Never!" The gods sneered, mocking me as they spat on my bound form, kicking me and cooling their anger for crimes I hadn't and wouldn't commit.

"FENRIS!"

I jolted back, snarling and bumping against the small lamp, which tumbled of the bedside table and crashed on the floor. Breathing heavily, I noticed that I was shaking all over, cold sweat instantly rushing over my body until I felt I was going to collapse and faint.

The god didn't move, even if I staggered and leaned against the wall, slowly sliding down when my legs refused to keep me upright.

"I would Never contact Odin about this." The god snarled with anger, making me still and watched him with hesitation. "What I want is to find out what happened to you. What really happened to you."

I froze at that, cold sinking through my body at my past but I fought those memories back. He'd see what happened, like he had been seeing those earlier memories when I slipped up but no longer.

I couldn't trust this god.

I can't trust any god.

"Let me go."

The god shook his head sadly, backing up as I growled at him when he went to reach for me. "I can't do that Fenris. I need to find out what happened, so I can help you." I growled at that, averting my eyes to glare out of the window, refusing to give him my full attention.

Curse the gods.

Speaking of Gods, I had no idea who this god was. He smiled at me sighing once more. "I have many names amongst my believers. Quetzalcoatl. Q'uq'umatz. Kukulkan. But you may call me Cain.

I nodded slowly, watching as Cain moved across the room to rummage through his belongings before he came back, pushing the door open once more. "I'd rather not keep you captive, though I really want to help you. Please... Let us talk over some food, as I'm sure you haven't eaten in a while and then rest up. You can decide what you want to do after all that."

Truly, I wanted to sneer at him and snap that I didn't need his help, that I was fine on my own. And I had been doing just fine. But I knew that someday, someone was going to find out that I was loose, and I'd be hunted once again.

And I am so, so tired of being chased and pinned, of being hated and spat upon. All that I wanted was to be left alone, to live in peace.

"Lead the way." I sighed, knowing that even if I refused, the god would come to bother me one way or another. It was better to just get things over with anyways.