{"sf1_id":1300125,"sf2_id":"RnoVjRxm","title":"Soul Stalkers - 03","author":"Arthur Griffin","words":2499,"posted_at":"2018-02-07T04:37:00.000Z","tags":["Attempted Rape","Death","M/F","Violence","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1300125-soul-stalkers-03","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnoVjRxm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6e/d1/6ed11026-49e5-4b74-a5df-410a80fb6238","description":"#4 of School Ground Hunt","content":"Soul Stalkers - 03\n\nBy Arthur Griffin\n\nGuest Writer: Little Red Wolf\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Having a pair of thralls is like owning a pair of cats.\u0026nbsp; They play together, then fight with each other, then groom one another affectionately.\u0026nbsp; They are always together, lesbian lovers on a campus of liberal gossip which praises one moment then condemns the next.\u0026nbsp; Their behavior draws too much attention.\u0026nbsp; I must complete my task soon.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I spend a great deal of time in seclusion while they tend to their day.\u0026nbsp; I move their thoughts and control their actions.\u0026nbsp; Tammy scoffs at girls who are less pretty than she.\u0026nbsp; Angela dismisses the need to work.\u0026nbsp; I humble them, focus them on each other.\u0026nbsp; I deny them the warmth of my lair when they are bad, and rub them raw when they are good.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Their focus is not where it should be, and neither is mine.\u0026nbsp; For weeks I focus on Tammy while she focuses on Angela.\u0026nbsp; We spin together, a tumultuous pack that nips at each other in annoyance.\u0026nbsp; I teach Tammy to take care of Angela, she teaches Angela to work hard to please me.\u0026nbsp; It takes time but eventually we start to work well together.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What are we preparing for?\" The blond thrall asks her big-sister as they gather trash under the light of a flickering street lamp.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I don't know,\" Tammy admits, \"but I trust, Master.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Do you think we'll be a family?\"\u0026nbsp; Angela's thoughts have been drifting there a lot lately.\u0026nbsp; I think her manipulating ways might come from that part of her past.\u0026nbsp; I have seen it.\u0026nbsp; I looked into her mind and saw her shattered family.\u0026nbsp; She does not understand love but the bond between pack mates is strong.\u0026nbsp; She is trying to understand it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I listen.\u0026nbsp; It lifts my spirits to hear them talk like this.\u0026nbsp; Tammy is learning... Angela is following her example.\u0026nbsp; I must find the third.\u0026nbsp; Three is the magical number.\u0026nbsp; I know not who she is yet... I must find her.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; ''Hajimimashite, watashi wa Mai desu!'' Such sweet and succulent delights the Japanese school girls are.\u0026nbsp; While most do not deserve my wrath, there are others who do.\u0026nbsp; The Kitsune protect them with their tricks and magics.\u0026nbsp; They delight in annoying the crap out of a person, the bigger and more powerful the more fun they think it is.\u0026nbsp; The Chinese have the Ki-rin, Dragon-like creatures so powerful they could devour this campus and then quench their thirst on a local lake.\u0026nbsp; The Mongolians have the Kahns.\u0026nbsp; The Koreans have the San-Sin and Yo-Sansin.\u0026nbsp; As exotic as they are, I leave the Asian delights alone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I spot a Native American girl, filled with the spirit of the land.\u0026nbsp; Her tanned skin and eagle eyes are the pride and power of her people.\u0026nbsp; The magic of the land fills her veins.\u0026nbsp; She would lead the pack with a wisdom found only in the heart of this land.\u0026nbsp; She would give birth to pups who could see the spirits as she does.\u0026nbsp; She would be amazing.\u0026nbsp; I pass her by.\u0026nbsp; The spirits of this land are still angry.\u0026nbsp; No creature with blood ties to old Europe can lay with her and not feel their wrath.\u0026nbsp; I do not wish to anger the spirits... so I let one of the worthy women pass me by.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; An ebony beauty with the pungent musk of her people washes across my senses.\u0026nbsp; She is strong and steady in ways that turns me toward her.\u0026nbsp; Hips and curves sway seductively as she struts through the crowd.\u0026nbsp; She would make a passionate mate.\u0026nbsp; With wide childbearing hips and muscles that run along her frame.\u0026nbsp; Her predatory aura pushes out, invading the space of those around her.\u0026nbsp; She could dominate the other females of the pack.\u0026nbsp; She would keep them firmly in line, a partner who would allow me to focus on other things.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She draws me to her.\u0026nbsp; It is rare for a human to draw me this way, making me into her obedient puppy.\u0026nbsp; I salivate at the thought of her flesh in my teeth and her blood in my veins.\u0026nbsp; Her voice is powerful, full of the strength it took her to escape a hard life of poverty and violence.\u0026nbsp; She would howl to the moon and be heard by the stars.\u0026nbsp; She would not be a thrall.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"'ello, me friend,\" a flash of cold sweat washes over me as the voice comes out of nowhere.\u0026nbsp; \"Fine day ta be watchin' da ladies.\"\u0026nbsp; I know that voice.\u0026nbsp; It is deep, masculine, and musical.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hello, Ansa,\" I say with the most relaxed smile I can muster, \"the pack and the pride still hunt together?\"\u0026nbsp; His smile is big and bright against his dark skin.\u0026nbsp; His eyes are noble and powerful, speaking threats without voice or effort.\u0026nbsp; I am aware of his power, intimidated by his presence, and humbled by his demeanor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Huntin' togetha fer different prey.\u0026nbsp; It be a good day ta be livin'.\"\u0026nbsp; Ansa's a lion.\u0026nbsp; The great Simba from Somalia are less numerous, but bigger and stronger.\u0026nbsp; Always coming out of nowhere to remind us of our obligations.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I glance back toward the young black woman.\u0026nbsp; She disappears into the student health building.\u0026nbsp; I have to let her go.\u0026nbsp; The great cats of her people demand it.\u0026nbsp; I will uphold the treaty.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"The packs and prides are meeting this year,\" I mention politely and he nods.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"De pride be meetin' sout.\u0026nbsp; Ya tink it all be good?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I don't see a problem, I have two.\u0026nbsp; The third is a challenge, but I am confident.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Ya people and yer tralls,\" he laughs and shakes his head, \"ya neva learn ta be good witout slaves.\"\u0026nbsp; I force a chuckle and look to the ground.\u0026nbsp; I was never involved in American slavery, just as his family was never enslaved, but he still likes to rub my nose in it.\u0026nbsp; A bad habit he picked up from his time in America.\u0026nbsp; He slaps me on the shoulder and laughs.\u0026nbsp; \"Relax, mon, I know why ya do.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; He's not Jamaican, but he sounds like he might be from time to time.\u0026nbsp; I watch him leave and follow the young woman into the student health building.\u0026nbsp; His needs are the same as ours.\u0026nbsp; He might take her or find another.\u0026nbsp; I don't know, but I walk the other way.\u0026nbsp; I will uphold the treaty, so Ansa can smile at me without his fangs.\u0026nbsp; The roar of the lion is one I pray to never hear.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The thralls are getting stronger.\u0026nbsp; Tammy's grades are improving and she has joined some athletic clubs to keep her in shape.\u0026nbsp; Angela has found passion in music and is now always singing.\u0026nbsp; It is pleasant to hear this voice as it speaks of life, love, and the things that drive us.\u0026nbsp; Tammy is the heart and Angela is the soul.\u0026nbsp; Now I need the third and we can begin to grow the pack the old fashioned way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It is strange, being so close to the mating times.\u0026nbsp; We have not raised cubs in a long time.\u0026nbsp; Now that the political climate is calm we may decide to try again.\u0026nbsp; We will know when the next pack meeting occurs.\u0026nbsp; Things are going well.\u0026nbsp; All we need is to find the third and keep our noses dry.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\nGuest Writer\n\nLittle Red Wolf\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Fuckin' bitches!\u0026nbsp; Yeah, do that again!\"\u0026nbsp; Fraternity boys, too drunk to think strait, were yelling at the two girls.\u0026nbsp; One who wore her fear like a blanket while the other used her fear like a sword.\u0026nbsp; \"Make out with her again!\u0026nbsp; Come one!\u0026nbsp; Get freaky!\"\u0026nbsp; Some guys like to watch girls make out, others feel threatened by it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Gentle Angela clung to her big-sister, she had never seen this type of anger before.\u0026nbsp; Tammy held her little-sister protectively, endangering herself for another for the first time.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Fuck off!\" spat the stronger of the two.\u0026nbsp; The fraternity leader stood up straighter in the face of the defiant response.\u0026nbsp; He began snarling and spiting at her, trying to make them cower before his strength.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I know what these dykes need,\" the leader said to his group, \"a stiff dick.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah,\" agreed another, \"they just gotta be laid right!\u0026nbsp; A good dickin's just what they need!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Bring 'em back over,\" said a third.\u0026nbsp; \"Cum in 'er mouth.\u0026nbsp; That'll fix 'er.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; There were five of them.\u0026nbsp; They spread out, forming a circle, two went to the rear while three stayed in front.\u0026nbsp; They closed.\u0026nbsp; Grubby hands reached out.\u0026nbsp; Angela clenched her eyes shut and screamed.\u0026nbsp; She had never been a warrior.\u0026nbsp; Tammy, on the other hand, was a little rougher as a human.\u0026nbsp; She felt the beast in her belly stir.\u0026nbsp; Holding as hard as she could to the reins, she waited for the right moment.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The fraternity brothers grabbed their intended victims and tore at their cloths.\u0026nbsp; Tammy twisted in their grip, lunged forward, and slammed her fist into the lead male's stomach.\u0026nbsp; He doubled over but the others threw her down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Two had Tammy and two had her little-sister.\u0026nbsp; They punched them, kicked them, spit on them, and hurled as many insults as their simple brains could muster.\u0026nbsp; Angela did not have the ability to fight back.\u0026nbsp; They tore off her clothing and groped at her roughly.\u0026nbsp; Tears flowed from her eyes but she was submissive.\u0026nbsp; When the first frat boy put his dick in her mouth, she let him.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Tammy was not so tame.\u0026nbsp; After beating her bloody, one of her attackers slapped her in the face with his pride.\u0026nbsp; The rapist then pinched her cheeks and forced himself in.\u0026nbsp; The other pulled her pants off and began fumbling for a proper angle to penetrate.\u0026nbsp; Tammy growled.\u0026nbsp; Fangs and claws sprouted allowing her to snap at the pitiful penis.\u0026nbsp; There was a terrible scream but she was not through.\u0026nbsp; Twisting and tearing finished the first boy.\u0026nbsp; She then turned on the other and thrust her claws into his stomach, penetrating him like he planned to do with her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The other attackers all stopped, held transfixed by the horror brought about by their actions.\u0026nbsp; Tammy spit the bloody male member onto the ground and licked her lips.\u0026nbsp; It was then that she discovered the shrieks of men to be almost as high pitched as the shrieks of women as they fled into the night.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The young woman took a firm grip on the reins of her she-wolf and pulled herself back to center.\u0026nbsp; Fangs and claws returned to teeth and nails, and as she returned to her human self, she knelt near her little-sister and held her while she cried.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Come on,\" she said firmly but gently, \"we need to get back home.\"\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"THEY DID WHAT!?\"\u0026nbsp; Master's anger threw a chair at the wall and splintered it to pieces.\u0026nbsp; \"They forget themselves!\u0026nbsp; They shall pay for their insolence!\"\u0026nbsp; He began breathing heavily, trying to calm down.\u0026nbsp; Tammy was smiling.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I took a trophy,\" she said when it was obvious that he noticed.\u0026nbsp; Reaching into her tattered pocket, she withdrew the part of him she had bitten off.\u0026nbsp; There was an involuntary twitch of recognition from one male to another.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You... fought them off?\"\u0026nbsp; Her nod calmed him.\u0026nbsp; \"You have done well.\u0026nbsp; Protecting your sister and achieving victory in battle is the height of what our people used to achieve.\u0026nbsp; This evening you have made me proud.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Master's words did not match his face, nor the scent she had grown accustomed to reading.\u0026nbsp; Emotions etched in his face did not fade and she could not tell which one was dominant.\u0026nbsp; Pride?\u0026nbsp; Pain?\u0026nbsp; Shame?\u0026nbsp; Why shame?\u0026nbsp; What had he done that was so horrible?\u0026nbsp; The question was too disrespectful to ask, but it gnawed at her mind.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm honored, Master.\u0026nbsp; What shall we do next?\"\u0026nbsp; Amber eyes held her in place as his mind turned many times.\u0026nbsp; Tammy understood he was thinking, but his hesitation always unnerved her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"We might have to move,\" he finally spoke with much dread.\u0026nbsp; \"This hunting ground will surely be investigated by the authorities.\u0026nbsp; You two will most likely be questioned because of your... relationship.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"My... sister?\"\u0026nbsp; Tammy asked with a tilt of the head.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Your lover.\"\u0026nbsp; Tammy had not thought of Angela as her lover until her master mentioned it.\u0026nbsp; True, they did all of the things lovers did in private, but romance was not what she thought of it as.\u0026nbsp; Angela felt more like a sibling to her... and the crazy sex was just something they did, but as her mind swung back around to her master's words, a dull ache began to form in her stomach.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Master, are you leaving us?\"\u0026nbsp; He looked at the ground and did not speak.\u0026nbsp; \"No, you can't.\u0026nbsp; You're our master.\u0026nbsp; You can't just leave us.\"\u0026nbsp; She kept her voice level but her insides were screaming.\u0026nbsp; She did not want to lose him just because he saw she and Angela as lovers.\u0026nbsp; Wasn't there room for him too?\u0026nbsp; Wasn't there room for all three of them?\u0026nbsp; Wasn't he looking for another to join their pack... their... family?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I do not know,\" he finally said.\u0026nbsp; Angela began to weep.\u0026nbsp; Tammy sucked her sob back but the tears still surfaced.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You're not done!\" she shouted and then immediately regretted it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You forget yourself,\" her master said through narrowed eyes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"So have you,\" Tammy managed to say with more control.\u0026nbsp; \"You have yet to finish your work with Angela.\u0026nbsp; You have yet to find a third.\u0026nbsp; I don't know why you need us, but you can't just throw us away.\u0026nbsp; We need you, Master, and you need us.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It took a great deal of effort to say such things to him, but he gave her a small smile.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Are you willing to leave your entire life for me?\" he said with a sadness to his voice.\u0026nbsp; \"To leave this school and all your friends?\u0026nbsp; To leave your parents and not speak to them again?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"N-nooo....\" Angela moaned as she fell to her knees.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You need to be stronger, Master,\" Tammy said as she crossed the room and cradled Angela.\u0026nbsp; \"We're not strong enough to survive without you, but you can't just run away either.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You think that is all this is about?\" Master said with a furrowed brow.\u0026nbsp; \"You have no idea what will happen if we are found here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Then we need to make sure we're not found,\" Tammy said as a tiny smirk began to form on her face.\u0026nbsp; \"All we need is a third.\u0026nbsp; Right?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"A third,\" he said with a nod.\u0026nbsp; \"Very well, you tend to your sister.\u0026nbsp; I'll find the third.\"\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"School Ground Hunt","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/98922-school-ground-hunt-02.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1300127-soul-stalkers-04.json"}}