Chapter 2 The Werewolves

Angelika Rose Ramirez POV

Her cryptic yet kind words startled me. Before I could respond, I felt her place something in my hand before hurrying away. Looking down I realized I held the handle of a large basket. "It is wine and cakes to help appease the wolves," said one of the robed women, answering my unspoken question.

Obeying their command, I followed them out of the chamber down a narrow corridor which opened into a wide antechamber. Two massive iron doors dominated the space.

"This sanctuary shares a wall with the wall which surrounds the village. The sacrifice will move directly into the clearing never to step foot in our village again."

"Please-" I whispered in fear as I watched the women pull on the iron rings that opened the heavy doors. My whole life I had been taught to fear the clearing, to never venture beyond the safety of the village walls, and now I was to be cast out as if I didn't matter as if I were not a human being...as if I were only a sacrificial animal to be slaughtered and forgotten. The doors made a horrific screeching noise as they opened. Outside all was still and quiet. If I had not been taught otherwise, I would have thought it was nothing more than a placid pasture bathed in moonlight. A hand placed between my shoulder blades gave me a shove.

Stumbling, I gripped the handle of the basket before sliding my foot forward. The moment the thin leather slippers they had given me touched upon it, I could feel the soft squish of the earth, a sharp contrast to the stone floor. I took another step forward. Despite my fear, my deep longing for the freshness of the rich smell of grass coupled with the crisp clean scent of the night air, compelled me forward. Leaving the oppressive chamber behind, I felt as if I were being bewitched...pulled forward by the moon and the call of the forest. The stillness of the night was broken by the reverberating sound of the iron doors slamming shut. The spell was broken.

Dropping the basket, I turned to bang my small fists on the door."Have mercy! Please! Don't do this! Please! Open the door!"Cold silence greeted my impassioned pleas. I banged on the door and screamed till my voice was hoarse. Pressing my back against the cold metal, I slowly slipped to the ground. Scalding tears fell down my cheeks as I tried to figure out what to do next. As I stared across the clearing, I could see the outline of the forest shift and move. Shadows detaching themselves from the darkness. Breathing heavily, I pushed myself upright as I strained to see past the trees. Was it fear or my imagination?

No. The shapes were taking form. Stepping into the clearing from the edge, I could see five distinct outlines. The wolves. No. They were men. Men! I knew from my lessons that the dark force, although never named, was like a black, creeping cloud. An evil rising smoke. Never the shape of a man. The five men stalked forward. As they walked more fully into the clearing, I could see them in the bright moonlight. Five large, beastly men. Their brawny bodies were barely covered with fur pelts. Their amber eyes glowed in the dim evening light.

Not wolves. Men. Completely confused and frightened, for some strange reason being faced with five beastly men seemed far worse than a pack of wolves. Turning, I desperately banged on the door. "Help me! Help! You must open the door. These aren't wolves."Through my cries, I could hear a low, collective growl. Knowing my salvation was my own, I gave up all hope of rescue and did the only thing I could. I ran.

The worst fear of all was knowing there was no escape. That no matter how fast I ran, they were coming. The beasts were coming. I could hear them-their heavy breathing closing in on me. I could smell them-an animalistic scent so powerful I could barely inhale fresh air. I could see them-out of the corners of my eyes, I saw them closing in on each side of me. I could taste them-taste the blood on my tongue from biting my lip in order not to scream as I ran. I could feel them-a strong hand on my upper arm, seizing me, flinging me backward, capturing me, and ending any chance of hope that I had. Yes...the worst fear of all was knowing there was no escape. I should have heard growls. Maybe even low, guttural sounds belonging to creatures of the forest. Not words. I should not have heard words from the two-legged demons behind me.

"Do not run from us," one demon roared as he pulled me hard against his chest. This was a man. A man. Not a wolf. Not a beast. A man. I turned my head to look up into amber eyes. Piercing eyes were so fierce and similar to eyes belonging to a wolf, but instead, they were the eyes of a man. Four other men with the same amber eyes, and the same fury present within them, stood on each side of us.

"The wolves," I said, not much louder than a whisper. "Where are the wolves?"

The man who held my arm asked, "Can you hear me?"

I nodded my head as I looked at each man, all of whom appeared both confused and terrifying at the same time. Cloaked in furs, with unshaven faces and long, wild hair, these men had wolf characteristics but were not animals. They studied every inch of me from head to toe, anger seeming to stem from more than just my running away. The man holding me squeezed my arm tighter.

"What do you see? Tell us now!"

His hot breath fell upon my face as he shook me slightly. "Do you see wolves?"

I shook my head, unsure of why he would ask such a question. "I see men. I see nothing but five men surrounding me."The man's grip eased up, and I could hear his breath hitch."Glenn," a man from the left of us said, "If you don't claim her, then one of us will. The...need...is strong regardless of what she sees or hears."

"Resisting her...do something now or I will," another man added. "I don't know if it's the fucking curse but her smell...the fucking pull is too great."

"The hunger," another said, stepping in closer to us. "My body feels as if it is starved."

"Move out of the way. I want her," the last of the men said, getting close enough that Glenn snarled at the man in warning."No," Glenn roared. "She's mine. I captured her first, so she's mine before you all."

The words from his fellow men were all that Glenn had needed but to strip me of my clothes. Fast and furious, like how I imagined a wolf would claw at his prey, I felt every remaining shred of garment that stood in the way of what he planned to claim being ripped from me. I wanted to fight or offer some sort of resistance, but the pure terror and shock of what was occurring paralyzed every quivering muscle in my body. The humiliation caused by my nudity was nothing compared to the suffocating fear I felt as I waited to be devoured by the man before me in the worst ways possible.

He might not be a wolf. He might appear to be a man. But, make no mistake...this man was a beast. I saw it now. I saw the animal unleashed in the way he stared at me with hungry lust. He was not gently disrobing me as I'd pictured my wedded husband doing on the night I offered my maidenhead. He did not care as my white gown fell to the ground with the red cloak piled beside it. Glenn was nothing more than a predator, I the prey, my red cloak acting as the blood I shed in this war already lost. I stood naked before five men. Five men who, although they weren't wolves, were more brutish than anyone I had ever encountered before. Who would do this? Who could do this? Who could stand and stare upon a naked, shivering female, with no expression or sign of feeling other than the tenting of their manhood against the fur of their kilts?

Animals. They were truly animals.

As I was positioned on all fours, I knew my path had been laid before me. The clouds looming were about to unleash a storm strong enough to rip apart the woman I once was. The ground was wet beneath my knees and palms and gave slightly with my weight. The cool air against the bare flesh of my most intimate places made all the more obvious by the position I was in, was a jolt to my soul. I had to fight. I couldn't just let this man take me like an animal mate with another. Attempting to crawl away before Glenn mounted me from behind, my feeble attempt was met with a harsh slap to my vulnerable behind.

"There is no choice in this," his deep, husky voice said from behind me. "Accept the fate that has been presented before us. What is done is done. What has to happen, has to happen. You can't fight this and win. We are all cursed."

He slapped me one more time to accentuate his point, but I had already stopped trying to crawl away. His stinging correction was a warning, a warning that I didn't want to ignore. "Please don't do this," I pleaded.

Trying to flee was a lost cause, but maybe begging would cast some light on the man's shadowed conscience.

"Now, Glenn! Before we make the decision for you, and not wait our turn," a voice from one of the watchers called out.

Glenn took hold of my hips as he positioned himself behind me, spreading my legs wide as he kneeled between them. I didn't need to turn my head to know that his bottom half was bare. I felt the hardness of his sex press up against my ass, demanding so much more."Some things must occur," he said as his hand dipped between the folds of my sex, rubbing up and down in a soft caress.

"We stopped resisting a long time ago. You should as well " calm before."

"This does not have to happen," I argued, wanting to slap away his hand, but also feeling as if my palms needed to remain where they were. His touch didn't hurt, but it violated everything I'd once believed to be right. He was a stranger. No vows had been made. No promises of forever. No commitment in a ceremony.

And as my pussy seemed to welcome his touch, I gasped as the realization hit me that my body was betraying me. This demon and his dark magic had taken hold, and a wicked delight throbbed in ways I had never experienced.

"Yes, my village sacrifices. Get that pussy nice and wet for me. The readier you are, the easier this will be for you."His vile words only seemed to make my sex pulsate more. The slickness of my arousal was spread all around. Without warning, Glenn's finger penetrated my opening. The shocking invasion had me crying out, though the cry wasn't one of pain or even disgust. It was unfamiliar just as the sensations sizzling over my body were witchcraft, Sorcery? The darkest forces were clearly at play. In and out, his finger pumped and spread my tight little hole. The stinging, but also delightful, bite forced a soft moan from my lips. I wanted him to stop. No...I wanted him to continue. No...stop. No...continue.

"Why?" I squeaked. Why was my body reacting the way it was? Why was I no longer afraid? Why was I consumed by sinful thoughts? Why did this devil have a hold on me, and why wasn't I convinced that I wanted to ever be released?

Glenn pulled his finger out of my pussy, leaned over me, and placed his fingertip on my lips. I could smell my musky scent as he pressed it into my mouth.

"Why?" he said in a low voice, so low I thought only I could hear it. "Because we all do what we must to keep the darkness away. Even if it means allowing the darkness to swallow up our souls."

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