Picture of Scrap's wolf.
(Scraps POV)
I am in the kitchen making a poultice for my back when I hear the screaming begin. I freeze at the heart-wrenching sound.
I know that scream.
Oh god no. Please God no.
I grab the closest knife and run as fast to the door as I can throwing open the door.
The scene that greets me brings vomit to my throat.
Two gammas are dragging a little boy to a transport van.
My little boy.
A scream rips out of my throat and I run to attack the gamma on the right not worrying about the repercussions of my actions.
I dodge when he reaches for me and bury the knife in his arm. With a roar he rips out the knife and advances on me. I knee him as hard as I can in his family jewels.
"Sorrin!!!" I scream "RUN!!!"
My little boy shifts into his wolf and bites the hand of the gamma holding him making her drop him.
I shift into my wolf, breaking yet another rule, and run to my son, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and I shoot off into the woods.
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Begging For Scraps
Werewolf"You don't fight back. Any punishment given is deserved. You don't make eye contact or eat at a table with your betters. You must never shift unless it is to give birth. And most importantly, you can never say no." This mantra has been drilled into...
