~Harlow’s Point of View~
~Warning: Assault~
Just play it cool, act like nothing is different. I mean, so far it isn’t anyhow right? Goddess I’m such a bad liar, it never ends well.
I keep my head low as usual as I wander into the house where I’m supposed to live, but dread coming into more and more. But I got a J-O-B today!! Things are going to change.
I sigh as I see pups are running all over, long past their bedtime. I’ve tried my best not to get too close to any of them, but sometimes it’s hard. It isn’t their fault, none of this is.
When I see the bed that’s supposed to be mine is empty, I breathe a sigh of relief. Snatching my nightgown, I quickly handle my business in the bathroom and get ready for bed. For the first time in a long while, I feel hopeful. I feel like a better future isn’t too far off. It doesn’t hurt that I’m going to bed on a full stomach for once.
Just as I lay eyes on my bed again, there are two toddlers in it, passed out cold. I make a face and hang my head.
“There’s plenty of room in my bed,” I hear, as I look up into Billy’s eyes. The awful waft of booze practically floats off him and I hold my breath. I quickly turn my gaze back toward the floor, ready to just crawl under the bed and sleep. Done it plenty of times before.
“I’ll manage,” I say, and step to the side.
Suddenly, a large hand slaps itself onto my arm. Everything in me freezes, pure panic grips me. Whatever has happened, he’s never tried anything sexual with me. But it couldn’t last forever. I’m not naive enough to think my virginity will wait to find some perfect mythical fated mate, but I always hoped I’d be the one to at least choose my first.
“Betty is away tonight…” he whispers, as I bite the inside of my cheek. My first instinct is to scream, but there’s no one to care. Suddenly sleeping in the shed with it locked, is sounding pretty good.
My arm practically burns with his touch, so much so that I jerk it away, not caring about the consequences.
“I better get my rest then, I’ll need to make breakfast for the pups before I leave for school,” I say, though I’m not dumb enough to think he’ll give up easily. There’s no chance I’ll turn my back to him either, so I take a large step behind me, then another.
Right now I’d rather be at any one of the half dozen foster homes that had taken me in over the years. I’d even lived in the woods with some other orphans for a few months. That seemed like a good idea at the time but they were no better; everyone was out for themselves. You had to sleep with one eye open. It wasn’t even the males I feared then, the girls were the absolute worst.
My head stays down and when he doesn’t grab for me again, I keep moving. Maybe I feel a surge of empowerment after my meeting with Skip, maybe I’ve just had enough of Billy. I have a sudden burst of feeling more awake than I ever have, more driven.
If I had to guess my age I’d say I was about 17, at least I felt like it. Birthdays weren’t a priority for me to keep track of while trying to survive. I didn’t even know how to read until a couple of years ago. I wasn’t helpless certainly; but that’s how Billy operates -- praying on the weak. His mate is just like him and the two of them together are a different kind of terror.
They’ve absolutely pegged me as pathetic and I can’t do it anymore. I need to fight.
Finding strength from somewhere, I spin on my heel and throw myself forward with all I’ve got. I practically lunge keeping my feet light and fast. I don’t look back, I don’t even breathe. Where will I go? I have no idea. I’ll take my chances in the woods tonight. Tomorrow is a new day, a new chance to figure it out. I just have to get away.
Betty and Billy live on the outskirts of a large pack, and get basically “tolerated” though they’re rogues. There are a few other cabins around, some camps. Maybe the pack will take me in, I have to hope. We’re always told packs hate all rogues, even pups.
By the time I make my way through the house and blow through the kitchen, I have a fleeting thought that he’s not following me. I don’t hear him at least. I take the smallest second to draw a deep breath as I push through the screen door, throwing it open so hard it slams against the house. My feet continue forward, even though the grass is damp. Even though it’s squishy.
You’re outside, just keep going! Just get into the woods Harlow, almost--
“Uhhfff,” I cry out, when I hit what feels like a wall. It’s unforgiving, and massive. My foot brushes up against a large boot telling me I didn’t hit a tree.
“Ohhh, she’s a fighter, I like it. A little too much. I’ll enjoy making sure she knows her place,” a loud voice booms, just in my ear. Bile rises in my throat but I can’t let it get to me. I need to keep all my wits about me.
My gut instinct is to fight, but as I look up, I see at least two more males. I nearly faint taking them in, realizing I’ve got nowhere to go. Fighting gives them exactly what they want, they’ll probably get off on it. When big arms come around me, my hands instinctively push back on the chest I’m pressed against and try to break the hold.
“She’s a pup but she’s had her monthly time for years. She’s fair game,” Billy taunts, just behind me. I gulp as pure panic sets in. It doesn’t even matter that I went to the devil for help earlier, he’s not here now.
Sweat begins to bead on my skin, a heat courses over me.
“Ohh she’s sweet alright. Clean, innocent … and pure,” I hear, as the male’s hot and rotten breath washes over me. His hands move to my butt, and squeeze tightly, making me jump.
My body reacts before I even can, and I gather all the spit I can, then project it right into the face of the wall still caging me to him. I know fully well he could snap my neck, I’m the skinniest I’ve ever been. With the little food I get, I also don’t have a huge amount of energy. But if I have to fight for my life?
I’ll go out with all I’ve got left in me. My integrity is all I have.
I whip my body to the right to get out of his grip, but I only make it one step before hands grab at me. Before the males start yelling at me to fight back. My feet leave the ground as I continue to struggle, as my arms and legs thrust and shove with all they’ve got.
None of it matters.
I scream, not for someone in particular. Just loud, guttural. Like I’m on fire, like I’m possessed. Maybe a bear would even hear me and help. I scream until my lungs burn but it does nothing. The males carry me into the woods, and no amount of kicking or thrashing is going to stop them.
I feel primal, like a wild animal that’s been caged. I feel like I’m burning and their touches, their harsh grips are literally searing into my skin. I let out a final warrior cry but maybe it's just a last ditch effort for help. It doesn’t matter what I do though, their hands are gone and I’m dropping.
“Uh! Uhh,” I groan, as practically all the air bursts out of my lungs like flames. My entire body feels like a thousand degrees, but when they loom over me… I realize two are already naked. It’s as if a flash of ice surges through me all at once, and I freeze. It’s dark out here, but it’s impossible not to see them so close. Hands pull at me from all directions and I can’t move for what seems like eternity.
“Come on girl, tell me how much you want it,” one of them shouts, as he grabs my leg. My body pulls it away on its own, finally able to budge.
“Yeah pup, keep fighting, it’s hot,” another taunts.
“She smells so damn good, she’s near her fertile time too. Which one of us will be the lucky daddy? I bet we can keep her out here for days of fun,” another says, leaning down into my face. Now, when the bile rises again, there’s no stopping it. I jerk my head to the side and lose everything I ate today. But they don’t stop, not for a second.
Tears well in my eyes as I push my palms into the ground and try to crawl away. But once I lift myself up even a little, someone grabs my ankles and flips me over. I grunt in frustration because now, there’s absolutely nowhere to go. Nothing I can do. I try in vain to scream, but my lungs can’t contract enough.
Then there’s weight on my back, on my leg. A big hand holds my head still. I’m completely at their mercy as they tear at my gown, at my underwear. With my cheek against mud, it’s all I can do to try and be somewhere else. To ignore the pain of what they’re doing. There are slaps, scratches and even kicks to every part of me.
That’s the least of my worries. Any attempt I make to move is futile, so I finally go limp. I pretend I’m dead, I pretend to already be plotting my revenge. Haunting them all as a ghost perhaps.
It takes all I have but I try to ignore when they spread my legs, when it feels as if they’ll break me in two. When a new and blunt burning sensation hits me, it takes any last semblance of innocence I once had. When they congratulate whichever male it is that’s ruining me, that’s doing all he can to break my spirit, tears soak my cheeks and just create mud that my face is being rubbed into.
The weight on me is almost too much, it feels as if two are sitting directly on me. Breathing takes almost all my concentration.
It’s temporary, I tell myself. But I know it’s a lie. If I live, this complete humiliation will follow me forever. I’ll be even more of an outcast, I’ll be labeled as a whore though none of this was my fault. Kiss school goodbye, any chance at a better life.
I feel as though I’m hallucinating when the ground literally vibrates, because I’ve never experienced an earthquake. A hard kick to my side knocks the air out of me, and my vision goes blurry.
The growls are deafening, they seem to come from everywhere. The sudden smell of blood consumes me. It also covers me, it's warm and freakishly comforting. Almost, familiar. For a brief moment, there is no longer pain and when the darkness wants me, I let go.
~Tate’s Point of View~*This is just fucking sick. I hate stuff like this. I hate that we didn’t get to kill the bastards that hurt that girl,* my wolf roars, trying to calm down. I can only agree. You just don’t hurt someone who can’t defend themselves, and especially not a young girl who doesn’t even have a wolf. It’s beyond sick.“I want to find the families of those males, and tear them to pieces too,” I mumble, under my breath. That crime scene was horrific, though I have seen much worse.My eyes can’t move from the victim that is currently across the yard, my heart breaks for what was stolen from her. But I also have to wonder, what’s ahead for her? It’ll be a long recovery. Surely the male holding her can’t provide what she needs.“He can’t just take her, councilor Black wouldn’t go for that. We could be trading one bad home for another. She’s obviously an orphan. My wolf says they’re not related,” I groan, irritated. My wolf Colt nods in my mind, confident in his scenting abi
~Harlow’s Point of View~“There,” Lilly says, as she tucks me into the softest bed. I zoned out through getting cleaned up, somehow trusting her to be gentle. I thought I might freak out when she touched me, since she had to get everywhere, but I didn’t. I just wanted so desperately to be clean but I knew I couldn’t find the strength to do it on my own.While I’ve been looking at her now for awhile, I don’t know as though I really noticed her. She’s stunning with light blonde hair and perfect skin. Bright eyes that are kind, a touch that’s just somehow instantly soothing. Her cheeks are a bit red, her manner is calm and inviting. She looks exactly like what the perfect mom would be, if I could imagine one.“I know that talking about what happened is going to be the last thing you want to do. It doesn’t have to be tonight, but you will need to be interviewed. One of my mates is the head investigator, and he’ll be very easy to talk to if you’d like,” she offers. My lips tremble as I tr
Council of the Supernatural and Shadow Warrior’s Headquarters~Mid May~~Godfrey’s Point of View~“Oooh wake the dead!! This is my favorite game,” I squeal, clapping my hands together. The three faces staring back at me are stern and not impressed. But oh who cares what those losers think! I’m allowed to be excited!“Godfrey, this is a mass murderer with a God complex that is completely unpredictable. He was punished with a thousand years in a box for a good reason! It's only been about eight hundred years and we are not equipped or prepared to deal with setting him free. This is NOT a game,” Dina says, huffing in my face.I narrow my eyes at the fairy, unphased. We voted on this, she was overruled. SORE LOSER!“I’m thinking of changing my vote,” I hear, and turn to stare at Angel. “Too late little witch! That’s not how we do things! I have already declared that the vampire will be under my watchful eye. Any misstep and I’ll take his head myself,” I say, and push past all the whiner
~Luc’s Point of View~~Mid August~Surely Godfrey didn't bring me back from the dead to dress me in tattered rags? The male clearly has lots of money. Though obviously lacking in taste. He wants me to look like a vagrant? A street beggar who has soiled himself and gotten into a fight with a rat? My wolf snickers, thinking about some of Godfrey’s ridiculous garments. But of course, I can’t mock him now, not in front of his mate.“Hold still okay, we may need a longer length, high waters are so not in,” Sunny says, shaking her head and pointing.“High what? I don’t believe I've covered that phrase yet,” I question. My accent is heavy, speaking without it is too hard. But they keep trying to get me to lose it. English is new to me, but I know many languages and I’m picking up quickly.She turns me slightly, so I can see myself in the mirror. While we had some reflective glass in my time, it was nothing like this. A full view of the entire length of my body is truly something. As a vain p
~Early September~~Harlow’s Point of View~One more semester. I can do this. Then… I'm gone. A city somewhere, any random one far enough away will do. Just have to make it through a few months. “Oww! Seriously,” I whine, as a volleyball hits me in the head.“Pay attention dork,” someone shouts.I groan and move to rub my head, until I feel hands on my waist and fully panic.“Fullll mooooon!! Or half moon since your ass is so small,” someone shouts, as I gasp and squat to pull up my skirt. At least he didn’t get my underwear, I guess.Tears prick at my eyes as I try to fix myself, and I step from the center court and off to the side. I blow out a hard breath and recite my mantra: I can do this, I am strong.Do NOT cry Harlow!! Do not give them that!!By the time I’ve turned back, I’m relieved to find no one is paying any attention to me. They usually don’t. Embarrass the hell out of me, then move on. Same stuff, different day. But I have to live with it and constantly be on guard. It’
~Luke’s Point of View~*She must be slow. Damn shame because she’s pretty cute and smells naughty,* my wolf, Dante insists. I can only grin at my old friend. How lucky I am to be practically ancient and have a companion who's been with me through the worst of it all? I was impossibly selfish to him for so much of my existence and the fact that I’ve been blessed to keep him means I have a lot of making up to do.*I know it was a very, very long time ago Dante but we were once clumsy and awkward,* I jest. Hard to even remember it at this point.Besides, we're supposed to make friends, talk to everyone. She seems like the kind of kid that sees everyone and everything. But she just keeps it all to herself.*So what are we supposed to do, come right out and ask her if she knows where to get drugs,* Dante laughs.I tell him to be quiet, so I can focus. Harlow’s French is absolutely terrible, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’d love to hear her once she’s better. Dante is still struggling
~Luke’s Point of View~Once in the hall I pull my schedule out of my pocket, and sigh with relief when I see it's time for lunch. I’m starved, but then again, I always am. The council was able to make a deal with the school to accommodate me, and since I require something that isn’t exactly on the menu I have to be very careful. At the idea of quenching the ever present burn in my throat, my feet move a bit faster. But again, at a human pace. I make my way to the cafeteria, finding the space simply by following the smell. The foods of today are so vastly different and for the most part… garbage. I’ve been very spoiled living in the Shadows headquarters, getting meals catered to my needs. That isn’t going to be my daily reality now though the Alpha of my new pack is making an effort.I quickly see the side door that Chance told me would be there, and it nearly kills me not to just dash to it. Every second wasted is time I don’t get what I need. What I crave. Most importantly, it's time
~Harlow’s Point of View~“It was crazy, unlike anything I’ve ever seen! And then there were Shadows literally all over,” I say, eyeing the basket of food in front of me. But my stomach sinks, thinking about the male that died. I didn’t know him, he was a popular jock though, and his death will be a big deal.“I’m hearing his uncle is the Gamma of Dark Thunder,” Skip says, rubbing his face.My eyes go wide, figuring that’s really bad. Things like this just don’t happen here! I mean, not that I’ve seen. But then again, I don’t expect things like what happened to me to happen. I make a face and reach for an onion ring.I wait while Skip goes to speak to several others, and I slightly wonder why he cares about some teenage boy. By the time he comes back, I’ve downed the entire basket of food and a milkshake. I rub my full belly, noting the slight pudge that seems to get a little more pronounced by the day. This bar is gross for the most part, but the food is too good.“I gotta go honey, yo
~Harlow’s Point of View~“I’ve just never seen so many different flowers,” I gush, reaching for another that smells divine. Hope has awakened more in me than I ever knew possible, and I haven’t even shifted yet. Everything is stronger, brighter. Louder.And of course…*Hmmm look at mate, so sexy,* Hope coos, as I watch Rowan bend over to tie his shoe. Such a simple act, simple and normal. But every damn hormone in my body wants me to rush him, knock him on the ground and mount him like a fucking animal.*Well, it IS a good idea,* Hope chirps. I blow her off, and look down at my feet. I probably should get some clothes, though I already love smelling like him. It’s hard to convince my mind I’m really free of that warlock freak. Rowan has told me he was killed by the Shadows, but he’s still haunting my dreams. Not only that, Caden is still out there somewhere. Even though I know he would be suicidal to try and come after me, it’s more than that. I think about those other girls, sold of
~Two Days Later~~Luc’s Point of View~“I want to know everything, starting with when you became Alpha of Harlow’s pack,” I say, dangling a huge bag of food in front of Otis. He’s all too desperate for normal greasy fare, his wolf sick of hunting for fish and other ocean creatures. The waft of cheeseburgers even catches my interest. I’d bought a dozen of them along with other things. It’s still a rare treat for me, getting used to how food is now.“How fucking long do I have to stay here,” he whines, falling in front of a fire. “Not sure yet. But telling me about Harlow’s family and past will go a long way,” I say, though I have no idea if it's the truth. As far as he’s concerned it is and that’s good enough.I reach in the bag for a cheeseburger and tease him with it. He sighs and nods, snatching it from my hand. I help myself to one as well, and give him a minute to eat.Chance gave me a recording device and even showed me how to use it. I can’t trust this male at all, and Harlow d
~Hope’s Point of View~*I am a total badass! I survived a bomb,* I shout, victorious.*Uhm I survived it, you weren’t even here yet hellooo. I’ve been waiting a very long time already,* my human whines.I scoff and demand that she size up these males. They’re not even shifters! Wait, my mate is not a shifter?? What is the Goddess doing to me?! Did the human know about this??*To US! We’re one person in case you haven’t noticed! And no, I met him the same time as you,* my human complains. I scoff!Our head and eyes fall to the floor, and I’m immediately furious.*Hold your head high I said! Show no fear or they’ll eat us for dinner,* I snap, letting her know the deal. If I can’t shift I’m damn well going to make sure she knows I’m here and in control! I refuse to be stuck inside the body of a push over, that’s not how this is going to work.My human sighs and forces our head up, demanding answers from these weird males. When she baits them, I couldn’t be more proud! Our mate speaks up
~Rowan’s Point of View~I stare down at the three warlocks we use when we need serious magic, more than fairies are capable of pulling off. It pains me to admit that; our family prides itself on moving mountains to get jobs done. But even we have our limitations.“We’re out of time,” I snarl, impatient. My brothers and I wait on a large boat right where the forcefield over Hans’ home begins. There are others from our clan here as well, and six of my cousins. Thirty men in total are ready to go. Half will go in the house and half will fight guards outside of it. One is going to stay on the boat and watch for Shadows, since they could be anywhere. Of course Hans lives right on the water, only the best. “Just got word from the fight, it's starting and he’s there. Front and center with at least a dozen guards,” Declan says, as we all breathe a collective sigh of relief.When we all hear the distinct sound of a low sizzle fizz out, we waste no time. I quickly eye the spot in the yard abou
~Luke’s Point of View~“So am I supposed to win or not,” I whine, annoyed with Godfrey. He sure talks a lot for someone who doesn’t actually say much. Doesn’t help that he’s the last person I want in my face right now.“The first few fighters you’re going to crush but leave alive,” he says, annoyed. He’s probably repeated himself a few times but I shake it off. My entire being is literally buzzing and it’s not from the already half drunk and rowdy crowd surrounding me. I’ve drank more human blood in the last few hours than I’ve probably had in weeks combined. And it's been directly from the source, no bagged bullshit. But that’s not going to matter to the vampire side of my brain in a fight. When the frenzy most certainly comes.If I’m under attack and blood is in the air, I’m going to want it. I haven’t had a real fight since before my punishment; the training I’ve had with the Shadows hasn’t been true life or death. Not only that, I’ve been told that the male who has Harlow is going
~Harlow’s Point of View~“This way dear Roos,” Sir says, as he leads me down a weird hallway I haven’t seen before. But that’s hardly saying much when his house is its own town. I tune him out, and the fact that the house is too quiet. I literally haven’t seen another female or child. Though it is late, maybe it's past their bedtime.But that’s just even more worrisome. Good things don’t happen behind closed doors after ten at night. Not in this house. As we walk, I think about what the doctor had said. I can only pray Sir will actually take his advice.The doctor told Sir that I could potentially go into labor any day, praise my lucky stars he wasn’t a shifter doctor. So he’s guessing. His guessing is what might hopefully buy me more time. “She-wolves are only generally in labor four months or less so she won’t go the full nine months a human would. You need to use great caution with her, you don’t want to trigger an early labor. The animals are much better at knowing when it's time
~Rowan’s Point of View~“Fuck, it’s too many,” I say, looking through the binoculars at the compound of Hans Hendricks. King perv and utterly nasty bastard. Killing him will be an absolute joy, and my entire body practically salivates thinking about it.The kind of fairy I am, draws its energy and its strength on taking lives. Not just any lives though, the worse the better. And since we crave it, we absolutely need it to survive, my family decided long ago to cash in on it.Soul devourers, for hire.“Da’s on his way,” Colin whispers, and I groan.“There’s no avoiding it,” Declan says, already knowing my thoughts.Dad’s gonna come in here, fire blazing and just level the entire place. It’s obviously full of kids, and revenge or not we can’t have that. While most would believe by our reputation we don’t care about hurting innocents, we do. Most of us.“What’s that,” I question, pointing at something far off in the distance. It was a light, barely visible for a moment, but I saw it. “R
~Harlow’s Point of View~“Ouch,” I snap, as a female hits my fingers with a ruler. A damned ruler! What am I five and getting into the cookie jar?“Don’t you dare talk back. If you do that to daddy, you’ll pay dearly. He’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week. I’ve never seen him baby someone THIS much,” she huffs, practically in a hiss.I press my lips into a tight line as I feel Bunny kick. She’s given me so much strength, and I know everything I do for the rest of my days is for her. So I can’t be stupid here. Not until I know what I’m fully up against.And I’ll be DAMNED if I call that fat penguin freak daddy. Even for all his weird kinks, that's something I could never see Luke demanding. Ick!I’ll be further damned if I’m going to have my baby here. This house is gorgeous but it feels almost like a funeral home. I visited one once when I was briefly homed with a human family, and it was absolutely the creepiest place ever. A crypt outside with mummies would be less intimidating.
~Tate’s Point of View~I rear back my fist and lunge myself at Orion, the male who’d be trusted to keep Harlow safe. But a hard fist stops me abruptly, as I feel a stiff large body at my back. I don’t have to guess it’s my grandfather, Quinn. Especially when I see the expensive sleeve of his suit stretched out, his large hand clasped around mine.“There was nothing he could do. We couldn’t have possibly predicted Harlow would kill literally one of the most prolific murders on the planet. Fuckin’ proud of her though and good riddance,” Shane defends. Orion runs his hand through his pretty boy hair as I fume anyhow.“The guy who got her was like… turned on by the fact that she killed him. I kept trying to bid but after a while the announcer ignored me. Probably getting a cut but come on, fifty million? I have no idea who he was either, probably crawled out of some hole,” Orion says.“She has to be scared shitless,” I say, as I pull my hand down and shove away from my grandfather. There i