Bab 48: 7. Winner Takes It All.
We arrived at Bran's house, and quite a few people were there again. We got out of the car, and I walked in myself, Damon striding ahead of us carrying our bags. We went inside.
Bran walked over, shook hands with the men, and said to me, " Glad you've recovered, and let's see how our little exercise goes; I'm looking forward to meeting Mimosa."
I replied, " Yes, I've recovered well. I just wasn't the best patient in the world, and they always put me to sleep."
Bran laughed and directed me to the living room to read the newspapers while he took the men with him.
Adam said, "We will invite you then, we have a few pack problems before we go to this exercise and there is no problem, just read the papers again."
Apparently, they needed to discuss something without me. I didn't mind; I started browsing the papers and reading the articles.
The door opened after about half an hour, and Adam was a bit irritable. Damon was strangely expressionless, looking at me like a piece of meat, and Samuel was checking his phone. Bran looked relaxed. Eventually, the men noticed me again and invited me to join them.
We went out into the building, and Adam explained.
"Now we're going to change the shape and go into the woods. There, you will be given various tasks to complete, alone or in pairs. It's up to you how you get the job done. If there is one, we won't tell you what we expect or the right way, but you can improvise at your leisure. But now. Turn into wolves. We're also practicing pack manners, communication, pack organization, and all that sort of thing."
The building was fortified, and there was room for everyone to change in their own stalls; it was like an old stable, and I suspected that this was, in fact, a purpose-built building for changing.
Okay, I did as I was told and started to change shape. It's a slow and painful process. It took me almost an hour because all the men drew power from the pack and me.
I learned one lesson right away. The females are always the lowest in the pack, and then I am fair game to draw power. I especially felt Damon drawing power from me, and now I didn't know why he was doing it.
But I was finally in wolf form. I walked out of the booth, and Damon, a big black wolf with a white patch, was sitting there. Then there was Adam, a big blue-black wolf, a bit like a Siamese cat with the coloring, then Samuel, a big white wolf, and finally Bran, a small grey wolf, not scary looking at all, but I knew that was how Bran wanted to see himself.
I let Mimosa take the lead first, and we went into the forest. There was an obstacle course first, and Adam, Samuel, and a bunch of other wolves were working there. In between Adam and Samuel, Bran and apparently Charles, another black wolf, but this one was matte black, where Smoke or Damon was shiny black, were watching us, judging us and giving advice if needed.
We did all sorts of tricks, like ambushing and climbing. The werewolf can even climb a tree. That's what we did. We had fake attacks, so Adam was the target. We had to ambush the prey, Adam, and subdue it. Mimosa was very good at it, and the winter twilight forest worked very well for us as it helped us blend in as we ambush.
We jumped from different heights and always landed as well as we could. Some tasks were not only with Damon; there could be a wolf in Bran's pack, and we had to get along. Well, it's good if it was another female often or Mimosa was in charge because we are very dominant, but then again, if it was a male, no matter how submissive, we had to obey.
We did a couple of things with Damon. One was we had to chase the prey and knock it down, some game animal, and we chose a deer, but Damon was a bit lazy, and Mimosa brought the deer down and bit it to death, but Damon came to eat first as he was a male, fine, let him eat then. It was a bull, so we went and ate his balls. They were tasty.
Now, it was our turn to do the individual part. First, we had to hunt. Mimosa and I, well, this was all about being one with the wolf. Cooperating with it or completely dominating that side if there wasn't a wolf that was capable of cooperating.
But I and Mimosa were a power couple and went out looking for prey. We wanted to show everybody, and I knew that there were big, big elk, and a good bull would be just what we were looking for. We smelled it first, went to stalk it, and then we saw a good moose and started stalking it.
We were good at it, and the Moose had none of it as we charged the bull. We got it down and were about to kill it, but I didn't realize I was on the edge of a cliff, so I fell in the river with the moose while it was still fighting, biting its throat the whole time.
I let go of my prey and tried to swim in the chilly, half-frozen river. I briefly got a grip on a branch I was holding on to before I got myself moving again. The water was cold and black, with ice floes all over it. It was still winter, and Montana was a cold place.
Luckily, we were long-haired. This provided some protection. I heard a noise as I tried to reach the shore and saw a Damon. He was already in human form and looked at me and my wriggling expressionlessly, almost cruelly.
Damon was standing on a steep bank, just watching. Just coldly calm, almost as if I were a piece of meat. At one point, he had already changed shape. He stared for a moment, then turned and walked away.
I wondered in my mind if that was Damon or Smoke; it could have been Damon's wolf's form watching us even though he was in human form already, in the heat of all this activity; it could be that his control was failing him at times. I finally managed to swim to shore and found my prey.
I started dragging the damn heavy buck up the slope, and after an hour of effort, I finally got him up. I was pleased with myself and my catch. I was cold, and the frost was freezing the water into my fur no matter how much I shook myself, but I was in relatively good shape, carrying a brutal-sized bull moose, and I'd get inside in a warm spot.
The wind suddenly brought a strange smell to my nose, and we had been with strange wolves all day or who knows how long, so I didn't react immediately. But I sniffed the air more carefully. Strange wolves. Werewolves.
I decided they must be members of Bran's pack, and I wasn't worried about it. They could have been the wild ones Bran had told me about, the ones that lived on their own, not part of the pack but Bran and Samuel. Even Charles helped them if needed.
I started to pull the moose closer to the house, intending to take a perfectly intact kill and show I had it under control. And me and Mimosa aren't always greedy and eat everything first. I even toyed with the idea of taking the moose to Adam and letting him eat what he wanted first.
I was on my way to the house, dragging this over 300-kilo bull moose towards the house when suddenly I was surrounded. There were 50-60 wolves, and they were wild. These were not Bran's wild ones. These were big, a little scraggly, scarred, and one or two showed their teeth to me. The leader of the pack, a giant white-brown wolf, came out.
He said: "Well, now we've had a lucky day, first we get a really juicy moose steak and then I get my own bitch. You're the special wolf everyone talks about. I can tell you that. You're going to be mine. My bitch. First, I'll let my pack soften you up a bit. Then I'll come and jump on your back and shove my big fat cock deep into your little pussy and fuck you. Then I'll break your neck and take you to the safe house where I'll fuck you every day until you're in heat. And you know what a little wolf is for? That's right, it won't be long before you're carrying my puppies. And because I'm such a fair alpha, I'll share you. You can make pups for all of us. And I don't mind you being a virgin. I've never popped a virgin before. Here you go, boys, do as much damage as you can; that little bitch needs to be knocked down and hard."
I didn't reply at all as I left the moose a little further away and bared my teeth, growling and snarling. I was ready.
The wolves attacked, and I was ready. I'm not some fucking crazy wolf fucking bitch. I decided to show. But I didn't always have that much experience fighting as a wolf, and I took some pretty bad damage before I could defend myself correctly.
I didn't know how to dodge or notice a bite, and these were experienced fighters, but I was persistent and let my rage come out. It helped, but not indefinitely. My strength was running out, and the square was starting to be full of injured wolves. Only the alpha and the three strongest were left. They hadn't attacked me yet.
We had been studying pack bonds throughout our training and they had seemed difficult for me. I couldn't get the connection with them that, for example, Damon heard Adam's mind with pack bonds. I couldn't get anyone's attention even though I tried to send my feelings through the pack bond.
The three strongest attacked and began to maul me mercilessly. Alpha was walking around, and I could already see the tip of his cock as he watched me being mauled. He was clearly aroused. I needed help, and I needed it now.
I reached out with everything I could find in the pack bonds in my mind and sent my pleas for help, my pain and distress directly to Bran, as I thought he was the strongest, he would probably be the best to receive.
" Mimi here. I need help. I was attacked by wild werewolves and savaged. Alpha is going to fuck me and take me for his own. I've wounded a lot of fucking ones, but I'm running out of steam."
I could feel Bran answering in my head; I could feel his presence, and he seemed to be watching through my eyes, and I could feel his rage, too. He knew this pack and had been tolerant; he hadn't killed, but now it would be different. I could feel the cold rage coming from Bran. How dare they attack his pack on his territory?
"Hang in there, little one. I'll be there in 5-10 minutes. Use the pack bond and draw strength from it. Remember what Adam taught you. Use him as an anchor."
I felt Bran start to pull, but he didn't pull from me. Fine, so I had to first feel Adam through the pack bond and then sort of anchor myself to Adam and start drawing power from Adam. He would notice it and he could give me as much energy as I could take.
I would start pulling, and I would always get a little bit of momentum in my attack. I felt Adam noticing my need, and he boosted me and gave me as much power as I could take. I knew my healing ability wasn't there yet, but I fought.
Eventually, I got all three of them wounded enough to hold on to the ground. I was panting and bleeding in the snow.
The alpha looked at me and said, "Oh, you will be a good bitch for me as long as I train you properly. Well, you are really strong and big, but the attitude training will help."
Alpha approached, and he said, "I'm not stepping yet. I'll break your neck first and take you with me as I go. You will make a good alpha for me. With a spike collar and electricity and in wolf form, you will soon learn."
He charged fast; I tried to dodge and bite him on the side, dodge, but he was surprisingly fast, and he got a grip on my throat. I felt the wolf get his jaws around my throat and start to bite. I felt the blood bleeding pretty damn hard now from my neck, and the blood loss made my eyes start to blacken, and the pressure in my throat told me my neck would break in seconds. I could already hear a slight crackling sound.
From somewhere, a grey wolf lunged out and tackled the alpha head-on, ripping its grip from my throat. The wolves spun away, and I collapsed on the ground, feeling my neck bleeding pretty damn badly, with broken bones, bruises, and other injuries, but my consciousness threatened to shut down completely.
However, my throat was pretty much ripped open, and I lay in the snow on my side. There was a growl and a scuffle, the sound of a fight, and then a loud screech and a crunch. Then there were more painful howls and a loud crunch; somehow, it almost made my stomach turn over, and the sounds died down one by one.
I could smell the blood of others as well as my own. I heard a snowmobile approaching as Bran came to me in the form of a wolf and began to sniff me. He had killed everyone I had wounded. He left no one alive. I felt his rage, and it was ice cold where mine was white hot. I felt him give me what seemed to be marrok power. It made me stay conscious, and the bleeding stopped a little.
Adam, Samuel, and Damon ran to me.
Samuel crouched beside me and said reassuringly, " Just hang in there, Mimi, it's ok. Bran has already stopped your bleeding a bit, and you'll be fine."
Damon was quiet. He just watched. He seemed more interested in the dead wolves than in my condition.
Bran was still in his wolf form and was saying to Samuel with a pack bond: "Mimi needs to change her form. It's the quickest way to help; it's going to be tricky, but it's the only way. When she's ready, Samuel, put her to sleep, or at least sedate her properly. I don't want her rage popping open; she'll be tender probably for a while anyway, and the rest will do her good."
Damon just watched and smelled so damn bad on the wet dog. I don't know why. He mostly walked by the dead wolves and looked at them.
Adam came up to me and said: "Mimi, now you need to change your shape. It will help. It will be very painful, but I will help you. It's the best way to get you and Mimosa a bit more intact so we can get you two sorted out. "
I felt Adam pulling me to change my shape. It was really awful when normally your bones would move out of place, and your whole body would be sorted out, then do the same trick when you have broken bones, open wounds, and you're weak from blood loss and shock.
I was frankly surprised when I was still conscious when I got myself human. All the time Adam had been maintaining my transformation, I wouldn't have been able to do it myself.
Finally, I was lying on the ground in the snow, and Adam picked me up on the sled, wrapped me warmly in a sleeping bag, and said, " You need to stop lying naked in the snow, missy; well, now I don't have to wrap you in a moose carcass."
He was clearly very angry, and I caught a glimpse of his eyes yellow with rage. Samuel rode ahead behind Damon, and Adam came with me last. I watched as members of Bran's pack began cleaning up the wolf carcasses and dragging my moose toward the house.
Then I closed my eyes and tried to just be. I still had a lot of damage, and the pain was pretty much on, but I didn't feel like taking my rage out on it right now.
We arrived in the yard, and Samuel came over to see what my situation was and gave me a shot in the arm. Adam glared at Bran and stroked me the whole time. He was pretty much losing his temper again and didn't like Bran's paranoia about me.
Samuel went ahead of me as Adam carried me to the infirmary or whatever sick room Bran had. Adam laid me down on the bed, and the medicine took effect, and I started to get very confused and tired.
Adam said, " Mimi, there is nothing to worry about; I am here. We are going to have a little look over you, and then you will rest and heal in peace. "
I couldn't answer. I vaguely felt Samuel and Adam examining my wounds and, apparently, my broken bones. Samuel went to get another injection, which he was able to give directly into my vein. I fell asleep immediately.
When Mimi fell asleep, Samuel said to Adam, " She still has four ribs properly broken, a punctured lung, and needs surgery, but I need to take a scan before I can see if there is any other damage. And to try to prevent infection, so it might be good to keep the lady asleep for a day or two at least."
Adam looked at Samuel and said, " Then how about Damon and his teeth? Could they help?"
Samuel said, "I don't think so. It's pretty straightforward, and if we can avoid infection, she should be fine in a few days. Besides, Damon is not in a treatment mood. He's weird, checking his phone, talking to women, and doesn't care about Mimi at all. But he is what he is, so I won't bother him now."
Adam just grunted and then went to Bran when he needed to talk to him again. Samuel operated on Mimi and kept her under for a couple of days, then had to go and help when Charles, Adam, and Damon found a wild pack cave, and there were several kidnapped females in awful shape and with their lusts in knots. It took the men a while to sort them out, and Mimi was already recovering.
Samuel had left Mimi sleeping in one of the bedrooms, thinking nothing of it. He had to transport several females to his clinic and treat them there. He was dominant enough to keep the panicked, traumatized females under control.
I was sedated. Damon was doing something to do with the wild wolves, and Adam was doing his own thing. I guess it was the same thing. Samuel had to go rescue the women who had been taken by this wild pack. Bran wanted me sedated at all times.
So I was. I lay on the couch in Bran's study and watched through the crack in my eyelids while he worked, and I slept part of the time. I was on an IV, but I was so heavily medicated that I couldn't do anything. It was partly a feeding drip, but it was a goddamn powerful drug.
I was sort of half asleep when I heard Bran speak. The words were going around in my mind, and I wasn't paying attention to them consciously, but they were slowly sinking into my subconscious without me even being aware of the programming Bran was doing to me.
Sometimes I got off the IV to avoid infection from the cannula and I could even read for a while. There were books on anatomy, and again, I read them in Bran's study on the couch so that he was watching me almost all the time. Then Bran might bring a couple of sandwiches and juice with chloral hydrate, so I passed out again.
I don't know the duration of my stay with Bran, but I can honestly say that I was more asleep than awake during the entire visit and the next time I would remember this. I don't have to come here to visit if I have to be drugged and unconscious.
Eventually, I woke up in the car with Adam driving and Damon sitting in the front seat. Adam explained that taking care of Samuel's werewolf women would take a few weeks, so he wasn't in the car now. Damon didn't say a word and still stank like a wet dog.
I didn't start to get clear on the medication until we pulled into the driveway of the Chicago house.
Damon quickly walked in, and Adam said, "Damon has to go again. But don't worry, I have a pretty free schedule so that you won't be alone. That didn't go the way it should have. It would have involved a feedback session and then a banquet where you would have been the center of attention as the newest members of the Bran pack who have proven their worth. "
I replied, "Yeah, no, no, next time Bran wants me to come over, I'll think long and fucking hard because now I was more drugged, helpless, in a state I can't stand than a conscious being. "
Adam was silent when we went inside. We then went to dinner alone. Damon didn't say a word; he had a bag with him as he strode out of the house. He didn't want to be here another second, and I only heard him drive away. This time, there was no T-shirt and no note. He had just left his phone on the table. The one I had the number for.
I'd been drugged for over a week in Montana.
Adam was sorry and said, "'Sorry, I didn't notice while we were cleaning up the wild herd and making sure nothing like that ever happened. "
Adam was quiet, and I suspected it was a large-scale slaughter and a warning to other packs to come into the Bran's territory. Whatever that means.
Adam said after we had eaten and it was evening, "Then when Samuel comes in a couple of weeks, you and I are going to have a gig, and we'll have to prepare for that, but for now, it's just you and me for a couple of weeks if you want to bake or cook."
We went to bed. I fell asleep in Adam's arms, safe and sound, before he could even give me the medicine.
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