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**Seven days to the trial**

"Tony, it seems we've made a lot of progress this past week. I think you're ready to start talking about what happened to you when those big bad wolves kept you captive. Think of this as practice for the trial. I want you to close your eyes, Tony, and recount to me everything that happened from the moment you ran away with Luke. Feel free to stop if it gets too uncomfortable for you." Tony doesn't know that I'm recording this conversation. I've been asked by the court to record these therapy sessions with Tony, just in case he can't testify himself. I won't release these tapes with anything less than a court order. They know that. So doesn't the President of the United States. Yeah. It's that big. Apparently this rape and torture case goes farther than a group of horny wolves. It's way bigger than that. But I can't tell you anything more than that. Not now anyhow.

Tony has been getting better since our first session a week ago. I've managed to make him feel more comfortable around me by playing with him. We'll chat over a game of chess, or we'll go head to head in an armwrestling match. He wasn't too thrilled about that one at first, but he finally came around. He's fairly strong for being so small. Grant it, I'm not a monster myself. Being a garden variety cat, I'm naturally small and weak. My reflexes are more than great, but that's irrelevant. Anyhow, I truly believe Tony's ready to start talking about the event that happened to him. Only having a total of two weeks before the trial, I have to make him like me enough to open up. Now is the test. I won't force it. I'll go to a different subject if he doesn't want to talk about it.

It takes Tony a short while to start talking. When he does he talks in short bursts. Summaries of what happened.

"I was scared. I couldn't think. I could barely see." Pause. " Luke said something about moving, and I just followed him." Pause. "We spent some time in the forest, then we found an abandoned house. We stayed there for a little while." Pause. "I found a watch. A gold one. We pawned it for food money." Pause. "There was a homeless person. I gave him the money." Pause. "Luke wasn't around. When I told him... He... H-." This time there was a choked cry.

"We can come back to this later i-"

"No." He wipes his tears away. "I'm fine..."

I nod my head and scribble a little note about Tony still talking even though it was painful for him. He's trying to be brave.

"He hit me. After I told him." He wipes his eye one more time with a sniffle. "I was shocked, scared. I ran." He pauses. "I collapsed on the sidewalk and then the homeless guy I gave the money to found me. He carried me to a church. I stayed the night, then set off in the morning. I walked away. All day until it got dark and started to rain and thunder. Then I went into an ally for the night..." He pauses. "That was the last time I was free." Another pause. "A wolf came along. He..." This pause was a little too long.

"He raped you?" I interject. It's the most viable thing that could happen. He nods. I nod. "Continue."

"When he was done I couldn't move. I was so exhausted... I fell asleep. Next thing I know, I'm in the basement of a house." He pauses for a longer time again. I look over my notes to him. He seems visibly shaken.

"Thats enough for today, Tony. Here, have some chocolate." I hold out a bowl of chocolates for him. As most people know, chocolate helps boost a person's mood. Something to do with the natural chemicals in it. Tony takes one and puts it in his mouth. My watch starts beeping. I press a button on the side. "Good timing. Your session is over." Tony sits up. I can see him sigh. "Don't you worry, Tony. Things can only get better. You'll see." I stop the recorder underneath the small table next to my chair before standing up. Tony stands too. I lead him out of my office to the waiting room, where his friend and Janet are waiting. I wave goodbye as they exit.

That boy has quite a few problems. Some of the worst I've ever encountered, and definitely the most real. He'll be alright though. I just know it.

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**Four days to the trial**

I was sceptical at first about the therapist, but he is helping. I actually told him everything that happened to me. That's the first time I've ever told anyone else. It took me a couple days, but still. It's out. I feel better now. Not completely better, but still. It feels like I've been given hope that justice will be served. That all of those wolves will spend the rest of their lives in prison, dropping soap in the shower and feeling the pain they gave me. I know I'm still going to be scared to testify, but not as much as before. Plus, Luke will be there. He'll testify too. Just to verify my story, and to tell his version of it.

Don't let my optimism fool you. I'm still depressed for the most part. I still have an awful time falling asleep at night. The hopelessness comes in waves. I'll be fine one minute, then out of it the next. I guess you could say I'm doing better than before, but I'm not out of the woods just yet. All I can hope for is this optimism to last. It makes my days a little better if I believe that justice will be served. What doesn't help is the fact that the trial is so close. It makes me nervous, but the depression overshadows that enough so it doesn't matter. At least for now...

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**Two days to the trial**

"In your cell, dirtbag." The prison guard pushes me hard into the cell so I stumble. I turn and growl at the guard, lunging forward. Before I get a chance to wring the neck off of that guard, the door slams shut. I reach through the bars, growling at my would be target. "Fucking pedo."

I spit at the guard. "I can't wait until I have the chance to kill you."

"Oh yeah? Well keep waiting." The guard walks away.

"The end is near! Fire will rain from the sky! Only the worthy shall know mercy!" I sound vicious. Perhaps that's because I am. But I know what I'm talking about. Everything that happened with that little lion slut had a purpose. A big purpose. I'm not going to tell you though. I can't. Only the worthy can know and you're not worthy. Not like me. I am the strongest of the wolves. The most ruthless. I have no weaknesses. I am perfect now. All I needed was a little bit of lion stew infused with the essence of the wolf, and the strength of the lion.

Those damn cops came in at the worst time, but I still got what I needed. Those pigs had to pull me from that pot. My entire face was covered in blood and cum. It was totally worth it. All that's left for me to do is get out of here and go to the temple before the next full moon. I have three weeks. Just have to get through that trial. That'll be all the opportunity I need.

"Hey. New guy. This here is my domain. So here's how it's going to work. I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to be my bitch." I turn around. A large ox stands there, licking his lips. I smile. His ignorance is amusing. I make my move. I kick his knees from under him and bend him over the bottom bunk. My strength is amazing for my size. The ox struggles, but I hold him there nice and tight.

"You have that all wrong." I lean in close. "You'll be my bitch." It's amazing how this stuff can get me horny fast. I rip the pants down from that ox and in one fluid motion, bury my entire length deep into his rectum. Ever seen a grown man cry? Better yet, ever seen a 300 pound, cold blooded killer cry? This man isn't worthy. A worthy man knows no pain. A worthy man wouldn't be taking it up the ass like a little cry baby bitch.

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**The day before the trial**

They just moved me to a different jail. This one is closer to the courthouse I'll be tried in. I'll be lucky if I get fifty consecutive life sentences. I'll be even luckier if I get the death penalty. In all honesty, I don't want to live anymore. I feel terrible for letting Greg manipulate everybody into making Tony their sex slave. I feel even worse for letting them cut the poor lion's leg off. I thought I could handle the pack life. I made it so far. Being the Beta of the pack is a pretty big deal. In the event that the Alpha becomes unable to perform his duties, I replace him. I could turn our pack into a more positive force. But that's all over now. Neither of us will be part of the pack. In fact, there's only a few that managed to get away. They're probably hiding out in the safe house. It's a log cabin deep in the woods. It was built when this pack started, just in case we had to hide.

Since I've been in the slammer, they've kept everyone from the pack away from each other. We've either been in separate prisons, or at different parts of the same prison. Only one of us from the gang is able to walk around at a time. They bring us our food. They really don't want us talking to each other. Not until after the trial. They've already interrogated us. I was given the opportunity to explain my case. How I wanted to be the big bad wolf and rule the streets, but after seeing what they were doing to poor Tony, I wanted out. How I couldn't, for fear of my own life. How I refused to saw off the lion boy's leg. They didn't believe me of course. They have no reason to believe me. But they put it in their report.

Two weeks after that interrogation, another agent came to talk to me. This one was from the FBI. Shit was getting serious. They wanted to know why my pack did what they did to Tony. I told them what I was told. That the pack needed to do that to become more powerful. To rule the world. All that magical mumbo jumbo I never believed in. That wasn't enough information for them though. They wanted more. They wanted to know the next step in the "transformation" of the pack. I don't know the next step. I was never told anything. Greg told the pack what had to be done, as it needed to be done. I told them they would have to talk to Greg, but I also told them that Greg wouldn't talk. I know it. They know it. They tried to get Greg to spill the beans, but he did nothing but laugh sadistically. They told me the one thing he did say. He said, "You will know no mercy from Hell's fury." I think there's something bigger happening than what I've been told.

"Daniel Webber." I look up at the sound of my own name. One of the guards stands at the door of my cell. "You have a visitor." He opens the door. I stand as he pulls out some cuffs. I put my paws out. It's standard practice to cuff anybody who's going to be in the same room as a civilian. I'm lead away from the inmate's quarters to the visiting center. I'm taken into a private room. It's dark. The only light coming from a wide, short window at one end of the room. There's a person sitting in the shadows at the other end of the room. A table separates us. I can't tell who it is. Someone in a dark hoodie. The guard sits me down at the opposite end of the table and leaves. I wait. The person leans forward into the beam of light. I smile, seeing the face.

"Hello, Tony."