Elsa's Pack

I felt the pain on my back as his claws tore a little of my flesh "Ahh, let me be" I said as I sprinted on all fours through the dark pathways. I got near a pole and immediately ducked another slash delivering an upper cut to the rogue wolf.

It was clear he had no intention of giving up anytime soon and I was starting to get worn out. "Tell me is this any way to treat a lady?" I taunted. "You're a worthless piece of shit like everyone in this damn country".

"I might be a piece of shit but I tell you at the end of this fight, I'll have your head on my paws"

I sprinted forward with a little fear in my mind. I knew this wasn't just any rogue werewolf, it was ranvir the feared. He was like the boogeyman for kids my age. Ranvir always targeted younger werewolves to kill in the most ruthless manner possible.

He tightened his jaws in anger as I drew nearer. I transformed my right and left hands only into my werewolf self and delivered punch after punch. "How brave of you to face me directly, you must feel you're blessed by the gods" he laughed hysterically as each punch landed on him. It was clear the hits had impacts but rogue werewolves were crazy, so I wasn't even surprised seeing this.

I extended my claws and stabbed him in his heed at the bottom of his belly, his eyes widened as blood trickled down his mouth. "Never underestimate or doubt your enemy, nor overestimate her weakness. Your death will bring justice for the many lives you've taken in Bulgaria".

"I think you've said enough for your age, lad. Do you really think it's over!" His eyes exuded darkness as he pounced on me. I removed my claws from him and crossed them to protect myself from his onslaught.

I could hear my muscles scream in pain as blood oozed from my shoulder, at this point I was already reaching my limit and Ranvir though wounded wasn't showing any sign of stopping.

I knew if I wanted to end this fast, I had to do so with my head. "Oh rogue wolf, how could you maximize such an amount of energy on a little child like myself isn't that unfair?!". "No, I have to since it turns out you're a pain in the neck."

"Now I know why you're a rogue dog, your cowardice precedes you." I said with a hoarse voice.

"You don't know anything lad, I didn't choose to be an exiled, rogue wolf I was betrayed by my country, my very own people. After everything I did for the alpha he slept with my wife and named me a traitor, as if that wasn't enough he killed my beautiful kids"

"You might be right, but the deaths you've inflicted on others won't bring back your kids."

"Kid, the world we live in today doesn't give shit about right or wrong, only interest and gain."

Ranvir was already on top of me pinning me to the hard concrete ground. As we spoke my right hand went to my leg, I took out an elixir which I never intended on utilizing today. But I was running out of options.

"Ranvir, there is such a thing as right in the world. I fight for that everyday, not just me but some others who also believe in good. It's people like you who taint the world in their delusion of what they perceive to be justice."

I quickly shattered the elixir to the ground, leaving the air in a smoky grey hue which left only my vision. "Brat! I had a feeling it was weird you could stand up against me for so long. It's you! You're the night angel."

"Well, that's the last secret you'll ever know." I said releasing my cold intent.

"Night angel, you sure do know how to talk about justice, in a country where evil is the order of the day."

The elixir had begun its job as Ranvir wailed in pain in the hue. He slashed at the emptiness. The elixir inflicted pain on his body, Ranvir rubbed his eyes uncontrollably in agony.

This was my chance, I charged in, fully transformed as muscles teared and my eyes shorn a fiery red, dashing forward round the rogue wolf, my claws landed on his shoulder tearing a big chunk of flesh, then another at the back of his legs, then slashed a curve at his belly.

Everything depended on this moment because I knew he was my biggest opponent so far, and one mistake could land me in jeopardy.

"Tell me Ranvir what do you think of yourself now that this youngling is overpowering and beating you to a pulp" I asked him.

"Ahhhh, you're the Night Angel, the justice of the fallen. How can you compare yourself to a normal teenage werewolf" Ranvir groaned.

"But at the end of the day, I am still just a child mind you. You know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures, I am your end."

"Hahaha, you see damn child, I was once part of the army of Andovia, a country known for its powerful military strength, a minor vigilante cannot take me down."

"And yet you bend a knee before me." I retorted. The pouncing hadn't ended yet as I continued to deliver slice after slice to every part of Ranvir's body. He had no energy left to stand but I still wondered why he spoke so confidently like he had the upper hand.

This sent shivers down my spine. After twenty minutes of gashing and slicing I slowed down once I noticed he was on the floor in his own pool of blood.

"You are such a coward for targeting younglings, it shows how weak you're. If truly you're a man you would have gone for the adults or even the Alpha himself who did this to you."

"Unfortunately for you, you fell for my trap and targeted me with your fate already sealed by my hands."

The smoke had already faded exposing the dead wolf on the ground. As I turned to leave, I felt a sudden slash.

What was that... I reached up to my neck fresh. Thick blood. It was mine. It can't be.

I thought he was dead. No. I was sure he was dead.

It was clear as day, Ranvir was still alive. But how could this be? I could have sworn he was a corpse just a few minutes ago.

"What are you?" I asked in dismay.

Ranvir didn't seem quite alive, he looked more like an undead monster with his eyes shining white as snow. The red kept decorating me in a crimson blood color. My eyes were darting around looking for an escape route.

The pearl of death is not so common in the black market, but for some reason Ranvir has it in his possession. "I now understand why you were so confident"

I knelt down still feeling extremely weak as my blood gushed out. Ranvir walked on fours in his full transformation towards me, each step bringing my hopes of survival down. "I have to survive this, I still have a lot to achieve. I can't die here. No! Not now!"

With the last of my strength I stood to my feet. I felt like a gorilla was placed at my behind. Ranvir began running forward, his dried blood soaked teeth on display.

I shut my eyes harnessing every energy in my body. As soon as he was up close, he stomped on my injured shoulder but at the same time i delivered three clean hits across his face.

He shook his snout and dived in again, swiping mindlessly at me. It was clear Ranvir had already gone. this was not him anymore. I moved my body in sync with the attacks dodging every death threatening strike that came my way.

I jumped on top of him landing on his back. He tried to shake me off. But with my transformed human legs I crossed his neck holding firmly to it. I bent downwards with a powerful strike to his tail, cutting it off in the process.

Ranvir seemed not to notice this as he was solely focused on getting me off of him. I had one last move to make and it had to count. At this point I was bleeding from almost every hole in my body.

I stood on Ranvir's back and leaped in the air with skillful precision, Ranvir looked up at me as I came down again. As I got nearer to his jaws, my claws grew longer and shot out of my hands.

"Goodbye, Ranvir the feared" I muttered as the strikes all came back and each struck his neck at once. His jaws were still opened while my hands stretched out and grabbed the head leaving the body to fall soulless on the ground.

It was ironic because at the end of the day his head did end up in my hands. My body was suddenly thrown into immeasurable pain as I gasped and fell to the floor. I knew what I had to do. "I have to do it again, it is the only way I can get through this alive."

My life was one I still couldn't understand, werewolves don't eat their fellow kind. They ate monsters that increased their physical capabilities depending on the grade. Werewolves were built to eat meat which they did. But for some reason I am able to eat other werewolves and my strength increases each time I do so. "Is this some kind of curse?"

I dragged my feet against the cold earth towards my enemy's corpse. I wasn't sure, it also could be a blessing. It's been twenty years of my life now and I discovered this last year when I faced my first enemy. I dug in, starting from the stomach, it tasted really nice in my mouth. No, it wasn't just nice, it was delicious, each drip of blood like the honey of the earth, I savored in delight but also in disdain as I ate through my own kind.

Something was happening again like the other times. My heart pounded louder, my injuries had already healed. "I can't stay here, my identity could be discovered."

I rolled myself across the ground to a hidden alleyway. My body was evolving again, getting stronger but this process wasn't one I could do in the middle of the street as it would leave me vulnerable.

"Ahhhh" my voice echoed through the quiet night from the cracking, joining and rejoining of bones happening in my body. Those fifteen minutes felt like an eternity of suffering, sometimes I forget I'm just a child but I guess in such a cruel world one can't expect any less.

Being a citizen of Bulgaria brings one to the harsh part of reality... the state of nature. It's all about survival of the fittest here. No one gives shit about you. If you aren't strong enough, you'll be prey to those willing to go to lengths to survive.

My eyelids were heavy at this point as the begged to be shut. I decided to obey the will of my body and closed my eyes.

After three hours, I woke up to the heavy downpour of the rain. The alley seemed to have hidden me quite well or maybe the gods protected me. As I stood to my feet feeling rejuvenated beyond bounds.

I yearned to let out some of this energy that filled my brim. I could tell now that I was stronger than before.

I sprinted covering more distances quicker than before. I looked at my own reflection when I reached a lake near the cities rear. I watched as my hair floated through the wind like musical notes moving in harmony, the shone a smarter black.

My jawlines got so refined and connected deeply with my skin as white as snow. "Well, this is an interesting upgrade."

"Zamora!! Our divine father, you've shown me today that you're on my side, you align with my own goals, principles and ambitions. I'll forever adore you!." I assured, my heart filled with gratitude towards the gods.

"Im sure they'll notice I'm not home, mother will definitely be worried" i sighed as I turned to the path that lead to my house. Blending through the shadows, I navigated the streets of Nevada the capital of Bulgaria.

My toes landed without a whisper in relative ease as I swept past buildings. I was in front of the door in less than three minutes. The door creaked as I opened it slowly, gently entering inside. I closed the door.

Not seeing anyone, I made my way to my room proceeding with caution. I quickly entered and closed my door, happy no one saw me.

"You're a standing corpse girl!." The voice said, exposing its fury.

The room was quite simple displaying a mini sized bed on the floor, the floors had a faint milk color and gothic looking painting. Although the building was old and worn out, it seemed the room had been well maintained by the occupant.

"Mother, you should be resting, why are you still up?" I asked, rubbing my already sweaty palms on my jeans. She didn't seem to be happy at all.

"Elsa, where have you been and you had better not lie to me."

"Mom, I just stepped out to get some fresh air." She stood up, walking towards me.

"Elsa, I don't need to tell you how unsafe this country is. You've lived here all your life and you know this already."

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I can take care of myself, you don't have to always worry about me." When I said this, the facade she had been holding up dropped as I saw her squeeze her face in sadness.

"You don't understand Elsa, this is not just about you being old enough to take care of yourself. The society we live in is too dangerous, anyone could be gone at any moment... I can't lose you my love." Mom seemed to be breaking down, I guess my reply did hurt her a lot.

I think I just reminded her that I'm a grownup not her little baby anymore. "I'm really sorry mother, I know you only care about my well being."

I rushed towards her, circling my arms around her to a warm embrace. "I'll be more careful going forward." Reassuring her I gently let her go. Mom had the most beautiful golden eyes I've ever seen, each strand of hair a testimony of perfection, she always walked with elegance and demeanor. She reeked of beauty, and yes, that's where my beauty stems from.

Most people get the impression that she is from an elite home, but no, my mom is just a retailer across the road struggling like most people in the country. We hardly eat three times a day. Being werewolves, we are required to consume enough meat daily.

She and dad always struggled to ensure I was looked after. "That's enough just do well to inform me whenever you're stepping out, the world is really a terrible place."

"I will do that, I promise mom, and I'm sorry for keeping you worried." My smile was so contagious she had to join me.

"Now now my child, go to bed. It's a good thing your dad is asleep, you know the nature of his work, he came back quite exhausted today. I'm sure he would have reprimanded you." Mom said in a teasing manner.

"Of course not momma, dad knows I'm a strong, young and independent werewolf."

"Sure, whatever makes you sleep at night." She said, shaking my cheeks gently.

"Ohh and yes you will be stepping in for me tomorrow at the shop, you know we are almost out of goods, I have to restock." I buried my face into the pillow in anguish. I didn't like staying at the shop all day but I had to, there was no other choice or else I wanted to starve.

"Okay mom, goodnight" she pecked me on the cheek before saying goodnight and left, closing the door. Letting out a deep sigh, I faced the ceiling as my own thoughts buried me.

With this advantage of mine I could be someone extraordinarily powerful, why would the gods grant someone like me such power. "Zelda god of talents, do you grant me such power?" I asked myself hypothetically. The energy... I could feel it in me. I had the potential to be the greatest werewolf that will ever walk the planet.

This was why I became the night angel in the first place, to protect the weak as much as I can. Because, with great power comes great responsibility. I understood this quite well. Bulgaria was the most dangerous country on earth and I lived in its capital Nevada.

I remember vividly the night I found out I had such power. I was abducted by two werewolves, while going to see my dad at his duty post.

"Mmmhh let me be." I screamed as they cornered me in the streets and covered my mouth with a muddy rag. It happened beside a clothing store, nobody cared to interfere, for fear of being targeted.

I was too weak to fight back and they knew it, it was just a year ago but I can still picture it like it's happening right now. What hurt more was the fact that they targeted a youngling like myself.

They wore cloaks and covered their faces. The first one looked taller and he held my hands while the short one covered my mouth to stop me from shouting.

"She will definitely make a good slave huh brother, don't you think so."

"Yes baldur, our clients will definitely love a young female wolf as a slave, who will fulfill all of their desires." Their smiles portrayed evil intentions and I knew I was in so much trouble.

"Please let me live, I beg of you." I could already taste the salt in my tears as it streamed down my face and to my mouth.

"Haha take a look at that Osborne, she she she is pleading for her life, perhaps we should spare her." The sarcasm betraying the statement. Osborne's eyes were sizing me up as baldur, the shorter one tied my hands together and carried me on his back.

I knew there wasn't even any point in transforming to my full werewolf self because they could still subdue me. I could only ask that the gods spare my life.

We had reached an old model Toyota in which I was placed at the back seat with baldur. After what seemed like hours, we arrived at a warehouse in the middle of a farm that stretched wild. We were obviously not in the city anymore.

In great haste they dragged me out of the car, I tried to struggle but I felt a powerful backhand across my face from baldur. I could taste the iron in my mouth. "You bitch. You had better behave well or you'll be beaten to a pulp."

He spitted on me in distaste and ununderstandable hatred. "Come on be quick, bring her inside first. You know we are still outside. We'll teach her a lesson then." Osborne said, displaying his horrid set of teeth.

I was dragged inside my legs scratching and bumping into stones. The iron doors were opened, hanging loose. The inside wasn't any better as I could see the peels in the wall, faded paint and the air had a heavy scent of blood and death.

"Welcome to the black market, child." Of course I had already figured they were part of the black market, I was no fool. Looking around carefully I could see body parts of werewolves, elixirs, and rare monster parts.

"Tell me your name child." Osborne asked.

"I'm Elsa." The fear in my voice betraying my supposed poise.

"Well Elsa, it's too bad you're the unlucky werewolf that was caught today. You have no idea what will happen to you."

"Let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone about this."

"I trust you. You're right, I believe you won't tell anyone about this if I decide to let you go. But it doesn't matter now does it? Who will you report us to even if we let you? It's all about survival of the fittest. Be the victor of the victim." His eyes, trying to pierce my soul with his words.

"Tell me who would you report to? Oh the gods maybe, The soldiers or maybe the guild? The guild only cares about hunting monsters and nothing else." He declared with conviction.

"Hey Osborne, our clients are taking so much of our time. What do you suggest we do now? I'm getting quite bored already."

"Tell me baldur, don't you think Elsa will make a good consort."

"Of course she'll take a look at those yummy bosoms."

"I'm sure you would like to know what she tastes like baldur, wouldn't you? How about we have a taste of our goods before giving it to our client."

"You know, just to be certain that you'll be an asset to our customers like we presume." I could feel a lump in my throat at the realization of what they planned to do to me. Baldur had already begun to laugh in a maniacal manner.

Osborne walked up to me, he knelt down loosening what bounded my hands. I targeted his throat and punched him with all my might. He coughed in pain as his brother Baldur came down on me, pinning my legs to the cold earth beneath me.

"Please don't do this, I'm a virgin." I pleaded. They didn't listen. Osborne had gotten himself now. He laughed and tore the cloth that protected my bosom. My breasts danced in the twilight as fear invaded every part of me.

Osborne turned me face down to the earth. He pressed my bosoms with greed and lustful eyes. "Oh my they are so wonderful. Haha."

"Don't fight it dear, there's always a first time for everything." He said, his tone unwavering.

I felt the down parts of cloth leave my body as the night's breeze kissed my skin.