Deacon - Nicholas Bella Page 0,2

younger, that is, unless one older proves to be exceptional.” He leaned down, so he could look me directly in the eyes. “So, you are lucky, boy.”

“M—my m-mum?” I questioned.

He laughed as he grabbed at his crotch. “Well, she’s lucky to be servicing my friends right now. But after they’ve had their fun with her, she’s of no use to us. Last thing we need in our pack is a bitch with an attitude and a vendetta,” he said.

I heard the words he’d spoken, but still couldn’t fully imagine what he meant by them. He must have seen the confusion in my expression, because he laughed again and went on to explain. “Men, wolves, they have needs, boy. Needs only a warm body can satisfy.” He lifted my face again to meet his gaze. He was taller than my father and more muscular, and I wondered if he was the one who’d killed my father, or had it been someone else? “A pretty boy like you will learn how to satisfy a man’s needs too. You’re at an age that should be ready for pleasure.”

With that last statement, I began to understand, yet I wished I was still clueless. I jumped back, gasping in shock and disgust at what he was suggesting. He laughed and stalked over to me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked and reached out for me, grabbing the back of my collar and scruffing me as one does with a feral cat. “You have got a bit of fire in you, I see. I like that, but you will be brought to heel, boy.”

“Release my mum!” I shouted as I lashed out in fear and desperation. I swung my little fists, left and right, striking him in his muscular thighs, but to no avail. Still, I fought as hard as I could. I kicked at him, spat at him like a wild animal, doing everything in my power so I could break free and save my mother from the wolves who I now knew were violating her.

He barked out more menacing laughter as he lifted me several feet from the floor, turning me this way and that as if I weighed nothing. “Such spirit you have, makes me hard just thinking about breaking you in.”

I was blinded by my tears, no doubt my eyes were red with my fury as well. I must have looked a mess, but I didn’t care. The wolf looked at me and sighed. His breath was hot and rank, it also smelled of blood. I wanted to be anywhere but there with them. This place wasn’t my home anymore, it wasn’t my sanctuary.

“If you don’t behave, boy, I’ll make you watch my two friends in there plunder your bitch mum’s holes,” he warned.

I stopped flailing, because my entire body trembled at the thought of witnessing something so horrible. Again, there were more tears. It was all I had to give to my mum’s suffering.

“Are you going to be a good boy?” he asked me.

He wanted me to stop fighting, to give in, and it went against everything my father had ever taught me. But, what could I do? I’d given everything I had trying to attack this man and it was all futile. My heart felt heavy inside my chest and everything hurt, crying was only relieving me of a little bit of the pain I was feeling.

“Answer me when I ask you a question, boy!” the man growled.

“Y—yes,” I said, my lips trembling as I spoke, barely able to form the words.

“Yes, what?”

“Y—y—yes, S—Sir,” I added, and he smiled, pleased with my response.

“That’s a good lad.” He threw me over his shoulder, then turned to the other man who’d been watching our exchange. “Angus, finish up here with Graham and Bernard, I’m leaving with this bounty.”

“Yes, Sir,” Angus said, which meant the man who now had me was one of high ranking inside his pack.

He walked outside and the wind was cold on my body, making me shiver. I was placed on top of a horse and the man climbed up behind me, wrapping me in his arms as he reared the horse into action. Being close to him and his furs warmed me a little as we traveled, and it took a while for us to return to a camp where dozens of tents were set up. We stopped at one and he climbed off and tied the horse to a pole that stuck out of the ground.