For the most part, it was a day like any other. She joined Beetle and some others for some breakfast. Shadow came along and started whispering very suggestive things to Damon , even going so far as to blow lightly on the back of his neck before Damon shooed him away jokingly . Everyone around had a bit of a laugh at Damon’s discomfort. After that, Scar joined Beetle for a little run and a few more friendly games with some other females . She got lunch with her, and then rejoined Damon later in the afternoon. Everything seemed to be fine. And then, around the early evening, they heard the howl. Any wolf would recognize it. It was a howl of distress, calling for help. As everyone turned in its direction, about a dozen members of the pack immediately started running for the tree line, stripping their clothes off and shifting to their four-legged forms. Impulsively, Scar started going with them, and she heard Damon following close behind. They reached a clearing in the middle of the
Scar blinked her eyes open and got back down on her feet, frowning slightly. “Um, it's fine .” “Come on, Scar,” Damon said, taking her by the arm. “If we’re going to do this, we ought to get going. We need to decide what we’re going to say.” Damon and Scar spent the better part of an hour discussing how they were going to approach this, never quite coming up with any one perfect plan that they were completely happy with. It was getting full on dark by the time they finally decided the only thing to do was to go there and just make the best of it. Once we’d made that decision, Scar slumped her shoulders with a sigh and accepted it, absently turning her head to look around. And in so doing, She happened to notice a small circle of pack members gather around, whispering conspiratorially amongst each other. She couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but by the looks on their faces and the way they kept looking toward the woods in the direction that the rebel village lay, she got
“You’re a Scanthin Scar?” She lifted her head from Damon’s chest to look at Alan. “I told you to give me space ! I didn’t want you starting a war !” A hand grabbed her by the shoulder and jerked her around, bringing her face to raging, venomous face with her dad. “Tell me this isn’t true!” he demanded, practically foaming at the mouth. “We’ve been worried sick about you all this time, and this is where you draw the line ? With them? Letting this… Lauchair's filth violate you?” A lot of angry grumbles and curses started coming from all directions, and she heard the word “traitor” flung by a few of them. She ignored all the barbs, and focused on her father. “At least he respects me and what I want, which is more than I can say for you, Dad.” Alexander’s eyes went wild and his nostrils flared, and he raised his hand up to bring it down hard across my face. Alan stepped in, catching his arm by the wrist before his hand could touch Scar . He looked her over disapprovingly, and the
“I’m sorry, Damon . Even if she really means us no harm, the rest of her pack, who knows she’s been here now, certainly does. They’ll use her against us.” “Shadow you should know I will not pick from your options !” Damon whimpered. “And how long do you think this pack will accept her?” Shadow said. “Knowing she’s a witch , who’s to say they won’t butcher her in her sleep?” “I am !” Damon insisted. "I am the alpha! I can forbid anyone from touching her!” Shadow sighed. “Damon , you have a big heart. And I’m proud of that. But a witch can never be welcome among us.” Scar's head hung in dismay. “We could have run away together,” she told them. “We were tempted to do that, even. To get away from all the fighting, the hate, the anger… but we came back. We wanted to put an end to this feud, before anyone else either of us cared about got hurt, or worse.” “Big dreams,” one of the pack named Cole said. “It’s easier said than done. There’s no making peace with a pack of killers and
“So there’s nothing we can do?” She choked. Damon looked a little glum. “Maybe there isn’t. Maybe we’ll just have to accept that this feud is bigger than us and Scar you are not pregnant, are you? .” “Don’t say that! And I am not pregnant, I said that to ease them off you ” Scar sobbed. “I know it’s not easy. But we may have to get used to it. Your pack tried to lock us up; mine drove us away. What is there left for us to do for them? They don’t want our help.” She buried her face in his chest. She couldn’t think of anything else to say to him. So she just rested there, crying it out against him. “So I guess we’re left with what we wanted to do before,” he said. “We run away. We put this conflict as far behind us as we can, and we never look back. We start our own life together. No pack, no alphas, no war. We get a place all our own, and we have our own pups, who never hear the names ‘Scanthin ’ or ‘Lauchair's. ’ Whatever we want, with no one to say no.” She had to admit, t
The pups were starting to play a little rough. It had been amusing at first, watching them jump and tumble around with that squeaky little rubber alien with the big googly eyes, but now two of them had the squeak toy in their jaws and were playing a little tug-o-war with it, threatening to tear it in two, while the third was eagerly coming up to snatch it away from both of them. It was at that point that she decided to step in and mediate the game. “Hey, now,” she said, getting up from her lawn chair and stepping over to them. “If you can’t play nice, I’m going to have to take your toys away. No more fighting,” she said as she knelt down and took hold of the little green thing in their jaws, which they calmly released and let her take, looking up at her with meek eyes. “What did I tell you all?” At that question, the three little furry, four-legged creatures before her rose up on their hind legs, which began extending into human legs. Their shoulders reconfigured to allow their fro
Time moved at a snail’s pace in that basement. The only things she had to keep her company was that window, the occasional meals that her Dad brought her, and a bucket to do her business in. So long, long hours were spent just pacing around or sitting in the corner. She slept a lot while she was in there. With nothing else to do, she ended up nodding off pretty frequently, curled up against the wall. And honestly, she liked sleeping down there. Sleep was her only means of escape. For brief periods she could forget about where she was, and she could dream about still being with Damon . She dreamed they were still back in his room in the Lauchair's village, where they had all their best sex in the comfort of his bed, cradling each other in their arms, with four walls to separate the rest of the world from them. She dreamed they were back out in the forest, just the two of them, running about in his wolf form, hunting and eating raw meat and sleeping under the stars. She dreamed she w
Scar couldn’t begin to guess how many more days she was down there. Her dad’s was the only face she saw for a long while; he would come down periodically, bring her some food and water, and ask if she was ready to “see reason” yet. Which of course meant he wanted her to say and do all the hateful propaganda Alan had told her to say and do . Well, she was lonely and miserable down there, but she wasn’t desperate to that point yet. So she would take the provisions he brought her, and either keep silent, give him a nasty look, or find some way or other of generally telling him to fuck off. She started to wonder why her mom hadn’t come down to see her again. She kept hoping she would come back down and tell her she’d come up with some way to help her that she hadn’t thought of before. But she never saw her. In fact, she didn’t even hear her above her. That realization worried her. Had Alexander done something to her? Had Alan? Had she paid the price for daring to try to help her? She s