Second Book- part 2

(1) My head ached, pounding as I lay a moment. What had happened? What have I done? Nearly instantly, the male who had me down gritted his teeth into my fore legs. The shock of pain jolting my head up, yelping, I glared a moment at the male. His gray pelt messy but his yellow eyes were crisp and clear with strength. "Let...go!" Raising my lips in a snarl to at least appear strong. 1

Latched to me, he strengthened his grip and my head fell back in pain, tail lashing. Vainly, I tried to roll on the ground, maybe he would release me. Twisting my body violently, before yowling in pain, unable to break free safely I looked desperately to the other males near. They did nothing, just watched silently, I realized they wouldn't help. Kicking my hindlegs at the gray male who was leeched onto me, his muzzle turning crimson. Missing him clearly, I seized my fight. Whining pleadingly, I gave up, my mind arguing with me for doing such a pitiful show. However, I replied to myself that I was tiring, why waste energy, or even time....maybe even my ability to walk. Looking at the male who kept me with his fangs, I whimpered softly, uneasily. Yet, he glared and placed one strong forearm on my shoulder. 'So now what? Am I to die before these monsterous creatures?' I asked myself, until I felt the circle around me loosen. 2

A shadow was then cast over me. Blinking I looked up, expecting to see the gray brute....I didn't. The large brute came and sat by my head, his dark black pelt resembling the shadow he cast. Looking into my face, nearly black eyes peering into my gray ones. Whimpering softly in both pain and submission. The brute lightly sniffed my head, his cold nose sending chills to spread through me and some how, for some reason I was suspecious of him. Smiling to his small pack of males, I desperately asked, "please sir..." I sounded like a pup, I know, but I want his pity for him to stop the brute at my arms. My voice was shaking I suddenly realized until the male spoke in a sort of menacing hiss that I would expect from a demon. "First, let's get some things straight fea. When anyone from my gang approaches you, you fully submit to us then, look us in the eyes and answer. Next you do what ever we say without argue or question. That's all for now, simple aye? Got it?"3

What could he mean by doing all this? Gnawing over the simple fact that I felt untrusting of this group, what was the cause....the consequences? I thought a moment more until the gray male bit harder, small snapping sounds in my arms audible. Baring my teeth in pain, I stopped fighting the tears now, controlled by pain, I whined, "Yes, yes....please! Just, please get him off." Shakey from pain and fear, I looked him in the eyes, stomach jerking in fear, praying the male would force the other off. It was completely silent, he just blankly stared at me. "Please," I continued, praying he would settle for my begs of pain, and would allow me free. "Please, sir......I'll do whatever you ask, just......stop him!"4

"Fine, fine....Ryan." The male above me called the name, I looked expectantly to the male at my arms but he stay put. Confused I looked to the others, trying to guess who Ryan was and if they were to help or hurt me. "Ryan!" The male above me snarled in sudden anger. "If you don't release her, and another drop of her blood rolls down your throat, you won't have a stomach for the blood." Slowly I felt the fangs being removed from my arms, at the male's bloody insult of the male's death. "If you disobey again, I swear Ryan...." The male's face was dark with threat, and I could sense his mind was black with thoughts. The male, Ryan, had gone slow enough so I wouldn't feel so much pain, but still the air stung the fresh wound. Looking to the male above me again, he glared at Ryan til the male had backed away. "Forgive him....he sometimes goes over board....he uh sometimes has cannibal moments...." Staring at him in disbelief, jaw dropping in shock, I couldn't control just how mortified I was. Now the male gentley gave a disarming smile, nudging me with his muzzle to sit up. Obeying, I propped myself up with my hindlegs, licking my paws of blood. Noticing that Ryan also was licking his muzzle..... rather... strangely contently. Ignoring the best I could I cleaned my wounds as the male began to speak to me.....5

(3) "So, that's Ryan, you've met him. He's good at teaching newcomers some manners...as long as he listens to me." He said glaring to Ryan before looking at the fea who whined softly to show she had manners. "I'm Orlando, you've met me." The black brute muttered, as if he didn't care for introducing himself. Or was it maybe the fea would get to know him well enough, that's what even the fea wondered. "Over there," Orlando began, nodding towards a brown colored male whose tail swished while he slyly smiled, "Rob, you've met him before. He's normally first to speaks to new feas....No fea escapes his sight." At that the young female looked to Orlando, slightly nervous. Now he nodded to a white male who randomly would nip at a male and laugh, doing so repeatedly to Rob until Rob snapped at the playful, immature male. Sighing Orlando added, "Andrew, he's much more of a scapegoat...He keeps us happy for the most part...unless Rob kills him right now." At that she looked over in shock, Rob caught her looking and growled in annoyance, "maybe later...." "Was checking to see if your listening." Laughed Orlando, the fea nervously returned to licking her paws as Orlando continued. "Yeah, Andrew keeps us entertained til we find a better release..." Snapping her head up at the way the male's voice was hauntingly hinting at something. Her eyes wide as she stared, trying to think of all the possible ways he meant that, good and bad. Now she stopped cleaning her wounds to pay very close attention. "He's Frank, he's the weird perv...He's pretty good at turtoring feas who disobey as well." Nodding at a dark brown male who was talking with 2 other males. One had a devious grin, glimpsing over at me occationally, she couldn't stop watching him. The glimmer in his eyes was captivating, yet scarey. "Frank is talking to Brandon and Jordan." "Which is which?" She asked in both curiousity and in respect, so she wouldn't get them confused. Orlando grinned, noticing she was eying the devious one who haunted every female. "That one is Jordan...the golden red, yet he's golden yellow..." Not too sure what he meant, she didn't question this though. All she knew was he was golden yellow the other nearby male was pale yellow...blonde. "The other is Brandon, the blonde one. He hardly talks but when time comes he doesn't hesitate to bring anyone down. Jordan, he's my advisor sort of. Manipulative, rough and strong, he keeps others in line while I'm busy. Then Tony, he's smart, wise, can be a joker of sorts. But, hey, mostly his seriousness comes into play more than the jokes....Which is good." At that, the the near black male turned, the tips of his ears were white as well as his muzzle. Probably the most unique one among the group, at her glance he turned to flash a classy, elegant smile. "And so fea..." Orlando began but he was suddenly interrupted. "Oh Orlando, you forgot to introduce me!" A taunting yet forbodding voice echoed, piercing the young female's heart and spreading to her blood. Something in that voice....she knew something was different, was wrong....A vibe....
tbc (to be continued)6