Tussle

They subsisted on mating with me at this time, hungry for pleasure.

The danger of being sigma at eighteen, on your birthday, had appeared to be a terrible birthday of my lifetime. 

I was vanquished by their aggressive countenance, neither did I get agitated by my present condition, I wanted to be found at my peaceful abode once again with Mr Hooges and my siblings. I missed my sisters Nikky and Camela, I had wished Shrudge was here to my salvage, these are people that understood who I was, the way I were with incompatibility to be found around them.

I gained consciousness it was like a transmit but to my bewilderment, it was all a true story, the male Rogue is getting too much attached. 

‘Please don't hurt me.’ The words escaped from my vocal box 

It never changed the situation, I could hear them, they did bark at me, some whimpered, some woofed, some growled, others snarled in their howling styles technically and clinical, quite absorbed that caused shivers run through my spine. 

I could hear the words again and again as they came closer in the cluster of gangs. “Mate...” was all I could assimilate.

“Mate......mate....mate...” they chorused simultaneously.  The words overlapped each other, and it was a terrifying sight of horror.

One of the wolves howled at the top of it's voice, he seemed to be their team lead, he emerged elegantly, surpassed other wolves in size and fierce in countenance, it was a giant wolf with a hardened larynx.  He woofed and growled while the rest of them hushed, at about time when his voice was descending the third time, the packs are joined in unison, all eager to have sex with just one she-wolf who is in her circle of transmission to sigma traits. 

My hormones were so powerful I could see, its fallout to disengage all the male werewolves off from their mates, I was genuinely interested in the way they reacted, I was drawing so much attraction getting more attention though I was not safe in their gathering, I needed to run for my life to be alive to tell the story of my enraptured. 

The sound of their moaning increased rapidly rather than descending it was steady out and loud because it was followed by another’s growling and another woofing.

I am cornered at a point with no escape route, they had all left the gathering spot, following the scent of pleasure my unique hormone elicited, evoking their mating dexterity. 

Counting them with glances in apparition they look about a hundred they seem to be, I would be better off dead than to have such a number mate with me. 

My voice wailed at a high pitch, yet I don't seem to be heard nor taken notice of, appealing to any of them that caught my eye contact hoping my saviour would come from there. 

I saw Josh in their midst, scavenging with them wanting to tear me apart. It was a “Mate or Die”. I had only two of these choices which would end the same way. I die mating these aroused buzzards or chose they killed me tearing me apart into pieces.

I took a long time to look at Josh, no feeling of love showed on his face, he appeared hungry for me than ever before. Since we had been together for so long I’ve never seen him vexed like he is right now, roared and woofed he did again and again. 

Indeed I knew love was not blind after all they said, “Love is blind”. But my boyfriend was there amongst these scavengers waiting to mate or devour. I could not behold the sight of my best friend Flutta and her boyfriend Lucas, nor do I think they could rescue me. Flutta was a Luna species but the Rogue were the strongest in the clans and feared amongst other werewolf families. As for Lucas, he was one of them, he probably should be in the gang counting upon time to strike light a lightning torch supposedly I believed he can't save me from his inmates. 

‘How do I get rescued from this bizarre?’ I sought to myself. Now my world smells cruel, I was faced with my life and my death wish,  yearning for my consent to give up on the fantasy. 

I tried to gain confidence in myself knowing I have no one else to help me out of this misery I am faced with. “You're a she-wolf.” A voice in my head boomed out, immediately I gained composition of the ground where I stood, making gestures in disapproval to the wild wolves trying to draw closer, I knew I had no weapon to strike with or abilities to outrun them in a race, I had wished I came prepared for this game of life. 

I thrust out my arm sideways trying to warn them to stay clear of me, just then I felt the same feeling I had before it all began, the same feeling that aroused all the male werewolves. 

I tried to opine my next successive action because I knew what the feeling I had experienced meant; it means I am about to disperse some sensual hormones attracting more of them to me, and getting them out of control. My hormones are controlled involuntarily, emitting special fragrances that the males perceived, got sexually aroused and would want to mate with whether mated or unmated. 

I thought of Hooggs, if he could hear me this moment, I disobeyed him, yes I did, I had run out of the house when he called me back, now I regretted my actions earlier today, on my birthday.

It was my birthday after all, why would I have such entertainment from the other gender on my big day. Was this what Josh had promised? He mentioned making today a remarkable one for me, he promised to kill anyone who tried to ruin my day, look he's part of the ravages, hunting me this time, the same creature that was to protect me. 

He lied.

Despite that Josh lied to me and I forgive him, I will never forgive him this time, he had hurt me so much, I couldn't bear the pain anymore.