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DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction, and intended as such. All characters are copyright of lpandbb and should be used with permission. As such, this story is also of adult content and should not be read or accessed by those younger than 18, or whatever your legal age limit of such things are (some places say 21). The author does not condone rape and intends this story for fantasy uses only. Thank you.

For those that don't know, because it might not be very clear, the story takes place in Colonial America, or a form of it, during the 18th century and is nearly 5 years too late. Tess has found herself in a new situation that's going to give the entire story a new twist as well as introduce a lot of new characters. Don't forget to comment and tell me what you think and what you want to see!

_Joseph grinned, watching as her face contorted with pain. That lovely soprano voice was music to his ears. He continued to pull out. "That's it, little bitch," he breathed. "Scream for Papa..." She couldn't get him off of her. She couldn't close her legs, she couldn't fight his hold, she couldn't even hit him with her hands; they'd been bound, secured above her head. The weight of him made it hard for her to breathe, and the power behind his thrusts drove her air out of her lungs in sharp, high pitched gasps and cries. She wanted him to stop. Why wouldn't he stop?! _

_Barbs scraped her insides, tearing more, the blood from his savagery at least acting as lubrication, but that was the last thing on her mind. Tess tugged harder still at the hook her hands had been tied to, her instinct to survive making it impossible for her to just give up. __She felt the hook starting to come loose from the wall. There! There! That was how she would escape! That's how she would stop this! This was how she would survive! _

Desperation drove out the pain and the fear. She yanked at it, harder and harder, the mortar crumbling still, and she finally felt it break free before she grabbed at it, dragging it down as hard as she could into his skull. She just wanted him to stop --

Tess woke in a cold sweat. The only thing that kept her from screaming out loud was the even greater fear in the back of her mind that something here in the woods would hear her. She'd already had several run ins with a wild boar with an attitude and an angry badger that had thought her a threat to her pups. Add that to the worry that she might be caught by her old master and it was a wonder she didn't have a white muzzle from the stress.

Of course, given her current state, she doubted anyone would have recognized her anyway. Her black pelt hung off a skeletal frame that had next to no meat and was more of a sickly gray from all of the dirt that she'd come into contact with over the weeks she'd been on the run. Her head fur was a matted mess, complete with twigs and leaves of dead summers past that littered the forest floor, and her lips and paws were cracked, sometimes even bleeding still, from the efforts it took to find water. Tess had caught enough glimpses of herself in the reflections of the few streems and ponds she had found to know she was quite a sight these days.

But this morning brought another change. This morning, her cold sweat was made colder still by the fronst that clung to her and the fog each breath she exhaled created. Summer was long gone now, and the severe bite of winter would soon devour the land. She had to figure out a different shelter soon.

Her rumbling stomach made her cringe, breaking her concentration. Breakfast first. Then shelter.

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Tess was very quickly discovering another new problem with the changing seasons: she was running out of options for food. The berries that had sustained her since her escape were all but gone and the ones that were left were very quickly being absorbed by bears in their own race to hibernation. She was fairly certain that killing a slaver cat didn't prepare her for that particular battle. Swallowing hard, the skinny wolfess backed up slowly as the grizzly grumbled, scooping the bushes clean of the berries, and she exhaled shakily again. So much for breakfast.

She'd been out in the woods for several weeks now, and in that time, she'd developed a bit of a circuit around her shelter. But as the sun climbed high, warming her fur, she became aware that this little territory of hers just didn't hold anything for her anymore. She was going to have to venture further out.

It took nearly an hour outside of her comfort zone, and she used that term lightly, to smell the wood smoke. Part of her instantly felt chilled again; wood smoke meant a fire. Fire meant civilization, a homestead. Danger. Men... But it also meant food, and right now, that was the only thing she was thinking about...

Steeling herself, she headed for the smell, and a few miles more, the trees thinned, the blue smoke visible from beyond the treetops. Tess crouched low, watching carefully. She could see a few chickens pecking at the bare yard halfheartedly, and her mouth began to water. She could cook a chicken... She could cook an egg or two.... Maybe both.

Before she could even make a move, though, she saw the kitten come from around the shed, sloshing the pail of milk that he was struggling with. It was nearly as big as he was, his patterned pale orange and white fur standing out like a miniature sun against the dreary morning. He set it down to rest his hands, and he sighed again, looking around curiously.

Tess froze in a half step, her heart pounding. He was less than twenty feet from her.. So close.. So dangerously close... She shifted just a bit, just enough to rustle the leaves, and it was enough to catch the kitten's attention. Frowning, he started towards her hiding spot, creeping carefully through. "Hello?" he said slowly. "Who's there?"

"Elijah!" The kitten jumped at his father's bellow, and he looked up to see the dark orange tabby standing on the porch in nothing but his breeches, a rifle in hand. "Elijah, you come away from those trees," the burly male said in warning. "What have I told you?"

"But, Papa, I heard something!"

"A deer, nothing more. And you'd better pray nothing more. There's savage canines in these woods. You remember what happened to the Jacobs homestead. They got themselves killed by those very savages. You don't want that for your Mama and Molly, do you?"

The kitten hung his head. "No sir...."

His father gave a curt nod. "Now bring that milk into the house. Your sister's hungry."

Tess's heart beat faster as the kitten went on his way, and she started to back away as carefully as she could. No chicken or eggs for her today. That tom would shoot her on site. She was sure of it... Swallowing hard, she turned to go, feeling dejected all over again.

A giant of a wolf towered over her, his pelt covered with camouflaging pieces of hide decorated with mud and leaves. He glared down at her with the most intense blue eyes she'd ever seen, and for a moment, Tess forgot her own fears about being discovered. This was one of them! This was one of the murdering savages! Inhaling tightly, she opened her mouth to scream as he lunged for her. Pain exploded in the back of her head and she felt the world go black around her before any sound escaped her throat.

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Tess came awake slowly, her head heavy and aching. For a moment, she didn't see anything; it was too dark, wherever she was. Blinking in confusion, she shifted. It was in that shifting that her fear exploded all over again. Her hands were tied together. They were tied together, and a rope had her tethered to a pole in the center of this strange room. Panic overwhelmed her as she fought the ropes, her breathing coming hard and fast. No, no, no! Not again!

She heard a rustling behind her, and she paused, her heart hammering in her chest as she saw a beam of light dance across the dirt floor, the makeshift door of animal hide opening to emit another being. There, standing in front of her, was another wolf. Not the one with blue eyes that she'd seen. No, he had amber eyes. Sharp, angry amber eyes. He was dressed in little more than a loincloth, a spear in his hand as he watched her, like a hawk watching a mouse. Tess licked her cracked lips carefully, swallowing hard again. "Please," she croaked. "Please.. Let.. Let me go?" Did he speak her language? "I haven't done anything to you.. I won't cause any harm if you just let me go."

The wolf's eyes never left hers, but he set his spear down against the log wall. Had it worked? Was he letting her go? Hope flared in her green eyes, and she licked her lips again carefully. His steps were calm, but filled with determination. "Thank you," she breathed, giving him a hopeful smile. "Thank you so.." As he approached, Tess was aware of his paws going to his loincloth, undoing it easily, his gaze still locked on her. "What are you doing?" she choked, the fear starting to mount. She could see it now, that erection that was as at least as thick as her forearm, hard and red, pulsing with eager desire. "No! No, don't!" she said, rushing away from him.

The rope kept her from going far. She cried desperately, yanking all the harder, and still the wolf approached. He grabbed onto the rope, using it as a leash as he dragged her back to him. When she was close enough, his grip shifted to her wrists, holding her to him as he kissed her fearlessly. There was no affection or passion in this kiss. Like Joseph, he sought to possess her. She could feel the anger in him and it terrified her. Once more, the fear exploded through her and she fought him still, trying to scream for help, praying that SOMEONE would hear her.

The wolf picked her up easily, pushing her onto her back on the ground, and he quickly covered her. Tess was hysterical beneath him. It was happening all over again. And this time, there was nothing she could do to help herself. "Let me go!" she screamed, trying to twist out of his grasp. He overpowered her easily, keeping her pinned beneath him as his knee shoved between her thighs, wedging them apart. She felt his erection rub against her, hot and heavy like a glowing piece of steel from a blacksmith's shop. She bucked her hips, trying to throw him off, but it just seemed to excite him more, and the next thing she knew, the tip of his erection was at her folds. "NO!" she screamed, sobbing loudly.

He didn't stop. Thrusting forward, he impaled her quickly, driving the air from her lungs. Joseph had hurt, but this male was easlily three times the man the cat had been. She felt torn, stretched her her limit and beyond as old wounds were reopened. Still, she fought him, choking and crying as she beat at him with her fists. The male didn't pay her any mind. He rutted into her, thrusting as deep as he could over and over, and when he got tired of her hitting him, he struck her against the temple. Stars exploded across her vision before it dimmed again, even as the male shifted up onto his knees, dragging her deeper into his thrusts, growling deep under his breath each time. Tess was trying to clear her vision, trying to get her limbs to work in an effort to save herself again. "Stop," she whispered hoarsely. "Stop.. please.."

All of a sudden, she felt the weight leave her. She cried out again as the male was ripped out of her, and she became aware of fighting near her. She managed to tun her head enough to see two males fighting. It was brutal, feral, the larger male tearing into her attacker until finally, her rapist was thrown out of the makeshift building. Oh god.. Oh god, he would come for her now. This bigger, meaner male wanted her for himself. Crying weakly, she fought to try to crawl away, even as the male turned to face her. It was the male with the blue eyes. "Please don't hurt me," she whispered. Please. Please don't hurt me..." She kept crying, kept pleading, even as she lost consciousness again.

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Taron should have killed Draven for this. His beta knew better! But the female's black fur had given away her lineage, and it had been enough for the hot-headed, grieving male. How often did one get the chance to exact revenge on an enemy pack? Even still, the fact that she didn't speak their language was clue enough for the alpha. He swallowed hard, carefully kneeling down to turn her over. She was bleeding again. He'd have to call for Aristos to come get it to stop. He was just grateful the old male could work some miracles.. Once he was sure the female wouldn't die from her injuries any time soon, he left the shelter, seeking Draven out. "Have you lost your mind!?" he demanded sharply, grabbing his beta by his arm, teeth bared. "What were you thinking!?"

Draven glared his amber eyes, meeting Taron's blue ones fiercely. "She's the enemy," he snapped sharply. "Do you not see her fur?!"

"Despite the rumors, Draven, I'm not blind," he growled flatly. He was the only male out of the entire pack to have blue eyes, and it was rumored that it affected his eyesight. "I've seen her fur color, and I stand by my decision. She's not of their pack."

"She holds his coloring!" Draven roared. "And she will be the embodiment of my revenge for Nika's death!"

Taron swallowed hard. "Draven, killing this whelp will not bring your mate back," he said quietly. "What would Nika say if she could hear you now?"

Draven growled low in his throat. "I WILL have her, Taron. I will take her, sire my cubs on her, and when they're born, I will kill her. Just as her sire killed Nika..."

The white alpha frowned, staring him down. "And I will stop you. Unless you are suddenly strong enough to fight me for the right to lead this pack, you will step down. Is that clear?"

The smaller, gray wolf stared right back, but it only took a few moments before he stormed off, shoving his way through the crowd. Taron sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging a moment. In truth, it saddened him to have to stop Draven. He couldn't blame him for wanting revenge against his mate's killer. The Black Pelt Pack had ravaged the Winter Pack for generations, but it had come to a heard years ago when their alpha had stormed their village, slaughtering their females and cubs while they'd been out on a hunt. Nika, Draven's mate, had become a favorite of their alpha, the sinister, green-eyed demon known as Ravyn. He'd tortured and killed her before he left her displayed where she wouldn't be missed by their scout parties. Or her mate. In fact, he'd been the one to find her, as heartbreaking as it was.

Taron inhaled slowly, closing his eyes again as he shook his head. Right now, he had Ravyn's offspring in the pack's village, not able to speak a word of their language, already half-sick from starvation and injured by another male weeks ago, and an entire pack willing to kill her without hesitation for her sire's crimes. He definitely had his work cut out for him.