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Training A Wolf
The eerie cries of the wind lasted all night, swallowing everything up in a shroud of white. The blinding sheets of snow just kept falling and falling Mother Nature did what she wanted all night long
This morning everything looks peaceful and calm. Tree branches are curling down with the weight they are holding, but the trunk doesn’t bend; it’s still as straight as yesterday.
As I walk outside with the Alpha, the air seems clean and fresh, yet very cold. It’s still out here, a hot fire crackling in the middle of the yard as if it’s been waiting just for us, Big logs in various stages of burning are melting the outer edges of the snow line, pushing the white back to expose the dirt underneath.
One single chair has been set out just outside the heat of the fire.
Alpha Clinton takes the chair, sitting down, legs spread, thick forearms resting on each of the armrests. He looks me up and down, eyes gleaming with sharp teeth showing. He’s provoking the Nature of the Wild with the way he’s staring deliberately at her.
“shift” A one–word command not spoken again. He must be used to people following everything he says.
Leaning slightly forward, he watches as the Wild ascends slowly, not smoothly, but not as horribly as the first time.
Hips realigning into their sockets, fur still feeling like a million sharp needles puncturing from inside out. Knives pushing out from
fingernails, a drop of blood pollutes the pristine ground.
Shaking out her fur, stretching her muscles lazily, attention focused on everything but what’s in front of her.
“Shift.
She turns her head away from him, unwilling to listen. Instead, she takes a step toward the forest that’s calling out to be explored.
Eyes off of the male sitting calmly in the chair, turning her back on him, taking another step toward the woods.
That’s her first mistake to take her eyes off of something that can spring faster than sound.
Her nose is pushed hard into the ground. He holds her there by the scruff of her neck, knee on her back so she has to have her belly against the ground. A deep growl comes out her chest, which produces a deep chuckle from the Silverback.
“This is going to be hard on you, Little Moon. Your wolf thinks she has balls. He holds her in her place until her squirming ceases, the growls die down. Her furis saturated with melting snow from the heat her body is giving off.
He gets off of her, and she rights herself, facing him again. A posture of intent says she’s not happy with the way she is handled. Again. he’s on her, but this time, it’s much more painful. Nalls dig into the scruff of her neck, his teeth barely out, just the tip of those long. canines descending
He picks her up easily, slamming her down on the snow. Somehow she’s turned on her side, and his knee
This knee is placed just underneath her ribcage, angling up in her abdomen, making it hard to expand her lungs fully. His hand is still on the scruft of her neck, pressing her cheek into the ground.
She’s splayed out before him, a dominant easily toying around with his plaything
“Shift.” He says it into her raised ear.
Teeth coming out more, he’s making sure she sees what he’s holding back from her.
“Shift.” His voice deepens with vocal cords that are starting to shift into his Wild form. She fights him now, trying to wiggle out of his hold, teeth snapping at him. She does not like this position of being dominated.
He lets her go. She thinks she’s won until he pulls his sweater over his head, exposing a tight white shirt that stretches over his muscular frame
She starts to backpedal away from him slowly as that shirt comes off his body.
She still stands tall, but apprehension starts humming along her spine, tensing her muscles to the core when he kicks off his boots, his pants sliding down thick thighs.
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He’s not an underwear–loving male.
We just saw his father in all his naked glory. We will never un–see that. “Shift.” It’s said one last time. Instead of waiting to see if she will follow, he’s on her quick
Wolf’s teeth are shaking her neck back and forth before letting go. He rolls her on her back, biting to draw just a touch of blood to her exposed underbelly, teeth press into flesh in her tendons of her joints, making her muscles tingle slightly with the pressure. He could have ended her so easily. He keeps biting along her body enough to cause discomfort, but not true pain.
She can’t right herself, unable to get up with his onslaught of teeth.
He comes to her neck, putting the whole thing in his strong jaws. Vibrating her body with his growls, she stills in his grip like a limp doll.
This is not a learned trait; this is the pure instinct of self–preservation to become docile at this moment.
The first law he is teaching her is about hierarchy: he’s the top of the food chain, only listening to the will of the moon herself.
He holds her hard until her tail starts to curl under, crouching low on the ground, belly fur wet with the snow that’s clinging to it, knotting it up on the underside.
With a snarling glare, he releases her from his death grip, only to come back again and attack her over and over and over again until she is crouched down as small as she can make herself, ears pressed flat against her head, whimpering, with a tail that curls around her body. Blood speckles the snow as if someone has flung a paintbrush out, polluting the white canvas that was so pristine just an hour
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Sitting on his haunches, he just stares into the Wild’s eyes until she looks away at the snow, eyes going to his again. He’s still staring, she looks away again. This continues with her unable to hold his glare.
Law number one: He’s the Alpha.
Shifting, he starts to dress. With his back turned to her, be calmly instructs her to do what he wants.
“Shift.”
Immediately, she shifts slowly into skin form, still not a pretty sight. Doing up his pants, he turns around as I’m shivering in the snow trying to turn my nakedness away from him.
“Shift.” A long groan comes out my mouth as muscles realign, tearing, popping, fitting into place.
“Shift.” He pulls his tight shirt down over his chest. Reaching for his
sweater, he dusts the snow off of it before putting it on.
“Shift.” Sitting in his chair, he just watches me.
“Shift.” He starts to put his socks on along with his boots. “Shift.”
The Wild’s headangles up with a loud whimper coming out her throat. Whining for this to stop.
She’s splayed out before him, a dominant easily toying around with his plaything.
“Shift.” He says it into her raised ear.
Teeth coming out more, he’s making sure she sees what he’s holding back from her. His war of white teeth.
The Wild’s headangles up with a loud whimper coming out her throat. Whining for this to stop.
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It’s as if he’s sitting at the potter’s wheel, throwing the clay down, releasing it, refining it into what his vision is of the final product. I just hope that I don’t breakin his hands before he’s done with me.
shift
The day is spent with one word in our ears, cracking the cocoon of skin to fur back to skin.
He doesn’t let up, that one–word tempo becoming faster and faster.
Stunned with my loss of focus, colors shift in and out of eyes of the Wild and skin. Isigh as I grope the ground, trying to hold myself in place. I just can’t as I shift over and over again until the night bleeds into the day, taking away all the light.
By the time Luna Grace yells out the door to come and eat, I can shift effortlessly, in shimmering smoothness that all full–grown wolves can do. I have no more awkwardness to my shift. I must have done it thousands of time throughout the day.
In the same breath, he says shift twice and I do before he can inhale another breath.
His eyebrows raise at what I have just done.
“You’re the first female I have ever seen be able to do that.” He’s excited by this, as if this is what he has been waiting to see
“Come, my Little Moon, let’s eat.” Walking behind him, my legs are shaking so much I have a hard time keeping upright. He hands a colorful role from the book. My fingers feel numb trying to tie up the knot to secure the garment on me.
What must I look like to them as I take my place on the Luna’s left? Kennedy remains in front of me. Her plates have been filled, stacked up high
I notice the way her body slightly angles Cash’s way. Her nose inhaling deeply, she tries to hide the way her eyes close slightly in pleasure. It’s as if she’s eating the roll I gave her the way his smell attects her with pleasure.
No one else’s plate has food on it. My stomach clenches in hunger. I can actually feel the saliva pooling at the back of my throat.
“Let’s eat.” He says it fast as hands start to grab platters, filling their plates high. The Luna gives a small growl at all her males as she
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takes her own portion. The Alpha doesn’t need to growl as big paws swipe what he
wants.
It’s whirlwind fast how the food disappears; one piece of bread is left I go to reach for it, but before I have time, it’s snatched away by Crane, his grinning mouth bites into it fast, laughing silently at me.
Nothing is left.
“If you don’t believe you should eat, you never will eat,” Alpha Clinton says between bites of mashed potatoes. I look at Kennedy’s overflowing plate and I hate her in this moment, yet I understand her need for it.
Yet she didn’t take anything; it was all given to her. I wonder, if her body doesn’t hold the future it’s preparing for, will they always just give her food?
No one shares what they have with me. My plate lays untouched. Ready to be put back in the cupboard without being washed.
“Are you hungry, Rya?” The Luna is leaning toward me with compassion in her eyes.
“Yes.”
“Well, maybe next time when you sit at our table, you’ll be hungry enough to try and eat. You should go I try to get some sleep tonight. It’s going to be an early morning for you.” She dismisses me, yet I don’t move right away, I can hear them eating, forks shoveling food that I didn’t try for.
I realize I’m just sitting looking at my empty plate.
I don’t want to go through the rest of my life clenching my jaw with gritted teeth. Lips in a straight line. I want to stop the pain in my lungs that repress the need to scream out. I don’t want to feel crippled with my need to bend my tail constantly for others.
“You should just quit now, Rya.” Cash’s voice Irritates my skin with the way he speaks to me.
“No female has ever lasted out there, let alone in the wintertime. You’re going to fail like you failed over and over again. It’s like you were born to be a loser.” Kennedy chokes on her food, looking at Cash in disbelief.
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