Revolting
Chapter 101 -

Hannah felt strangely anxious as she watched the big man disappear into the woods. She felt herself swallowing back a whine, as confusion muddled her brain. She was supposed to be escaping from the man. She should be overjoyed he had left her behind. She should be focusing on her escape. She should be looking for a way to escape from her bonds. She should be planning the execution of Michael Bishop. Instead she was sitting here whining after him like a lost pup. What was wrong with her? Human words were rolling in her brain, almost to the point her tongue wanted to shape the words.

Don't go.

He'd left her behind with a stupid male wolf. She regarded the stranger warily. She didn't like the way he smelled. She didn't like the way any of them smelled except for the big man. She wrinkled her nose up and moved as far away from him as she could.

"Now don't you try any funny business!" The man leveled a finger at her. "I'm watching you!"

She narrowed her eyes at him and snarled. If she had been in her wolf form, she would have turned on him and asserted dominance. It didn't matter how small her wolf was, she would definitely make sure that she was ranked higher than this meat head.

"I don't know what all the fuss is." Lonnie said in a bored tone. He liked to talk, even if he was only talking to himself. "Look at you! You look like a half-starved rat! And what happened to your face?"

Instinctively Hannah wanted to reach up to touch the scars on her face, but her hands were once again bound to her feet so she was unable to reach. Instead she ducked her head so that a curtain of dirty, matted hair covered her face. The words rang in her head.

"What happened to your face?"

It was Michael's voice, filled with disgust, repeating those same words. She closed her eyes, and memory flittered around in her mind like a frightened bird. A clearing in the woods, the feeling of danger, Michael standing there with an arrow knocked against his bow. The familiar feelings rising up and choking her. Hatred, curiosity, desire. Rejection, fear, anger.

Her head was spinning, and she ducked down, resting her forehead on her knees, trying to quell the uneasy feelings. She squeezed her eyes tight and tried to shut out the memories that were making her feel dizzy and sick. She didn't want to think about the past. She wanted to stay present in the NOW. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the intruders until a twig snapped.

Her head jerked up with a growl. She lifted her nose and sniffed the wind, and got the clear, acrid scent of human men. They were trying to move with stealth, but her wolf senses could detect them easily. Even Lonnie, as useless as he was, could sense their badly camouflaged movements.

"Shit," Lonnie swore, scrambling to his feet. "We gotta move!"

He looked around frantically, trying to decide what to do. Michael had said not to touch his woman, but if he didn't touch her, how was he going to move her out of danger? He decided at the last moment that he would have to pick her up and carry her, just as Michael had. Surely the man would understand that it was an emergency situation.

He lifted the tiny woman in a fireman carry, with her growling and snarling the whole time. At least she wasn't that heavy, he thought. He had barely gotten two steps, however, when the men emerged from the bushes. There were six of them, and they were armed with hunting rifles. They quickly spread out, surrounding Lonnie.

"Whoa boys, look what we got here!" One of them hooted. The smell of stale alcohol was wafting off the group like swamp gas. "Why you got your girl all tied up like that?"

"Looks to me like they were getting into something kinky, huh?" Another man, with a thick, overgrown beard scratched himself. "I like a little bondage myself."

"What do you say you pass that sweet little thing over here, and we have some fun?"

Lonnie's chest was heaving, and Hannah could smell the panic coming out of his pores. "You don't want to touch this one," he tried reasoning with the drunk hunters. "Her boyfriend will get real ugly."

"Her boyfriend? Oh, you ain't her boyfriend?" The men laughed and guffawed loudly, all the while they were creeping closer. "Well where is this boyfriend at? I don't see him!"

The man with the beard leveled his rifle at Lonnie's chest. "We aint afraid of no boyfriend. Now, pass us the girl nicely, and we'll let you watch."

The group of men laughed like hyenas. Only one of them hung back, looking nervous and uncertain.

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"Oooh okay," Lonnie swallowed and lowered Hannah carefully to the ground. "Let me just take this necklace off her neck..." he fumbled with the silver cord that was still tied snuggly around her neck over the protective fabric. He hissed as he burned his fingers on the toxic metal, but made quick work of the knots so that the cord fell away.

"Oh hell no, don't go untying her!" One of the men yelled. And the next thing Lonnie knew, someone was swinging a rifle butt into his head, knocking him backwards into the tree, where he slid down, unconscious.

"Well pretty thing, lets have a look at you." One of the men pulled her head back by her matted hair, exposing her scarred face and her angry golden-brown eyes. The man whistled under his breath. "Woof, what a dog! You aint had a shower in a while, have you?"

Another man started working at the fly of his jeans, "I don't care! I like it dirty!" he said with a drunken laugh. "Pull her pants down Ross!"

Hannah felt her wolf bubbling up out of her subconscious mind, easily taking over her human half. She'd always been a fast shifter, but now that her wolf was the dominant creature, it was easy as taking her next breath. The men that surrounded her and grabbed at her didn't even realize what was happening, until the baby pink scrubs were torn loose, and a small tawny wolf shook the last of the restraints from her paws.

"What in the actual fuck! Did you see that? That woman just turned into a---"

"Oh damn, I think I've had too much to drink Ross."

The man who already had his pants down around his knees was staring stupidly at the wolf. He swallowed nervously and started yanking his pants back up. He wasn't fast enough. The small wolf sprang on him, her sharp teeth ripping into his crotch and tearing away most of his genitals with a single shake of her head. She left that one screaming while she went for the one who had been holding her arms next. She jumped on his chest, knocking him backwards. As he fell backwards she grabbed hold of his neck and ripped out his windpipe.

"Shoot! Shoot it!" Another man was screaming.

The one man who had hung back, who had actually shown some restraint, lifted his rifle to his shoulder and took aim down his scope. His hands were shaking, and sweat was dripping from his upper lip. He'd seen it... he'd seen it with his own eyes. That pretty little woman had shifted into a wolf right in front of his eyes. He knew he wasn't that drunk. He tried to take aim at the animal, but when it turned and looked at him with those golden-brown eyes.... all he could see was the woman. He couldn't pull the trigger. "Shoot Andy! Jeezus, shoot her!"

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Another one of the men had recovered himself enough to grab his weapon. And while Andy was still wavering, the other fired a shot off. The bullet ricocheted and sank into the trunk of a near-by tree, but it startled Andy and the wolf out of their staring contest. The wolf tucked her tail and ran into the woods. Another man shot, and this time he must have hit the mark because there was a yelp from the bushes. The drunk hunters were too confused to give chase.

"Shit! What do we do?"

"We gotta get these guys to a hospital! Oh my fucking God, I think Ross is dead!"

"No, no he can't be dead!"

"Randy! Jeezus Randy! She ripped his pecker right off!"

Randy was just screaming, trying to cover his mutilated private parts. "He's bleeding... he's bleeding bad. Let's go, we gotta get them to the hospital!"

Two of the men took the screaming man by the shoulders and started to drag them out, leaving Andy and the man who had fired the first shot to struggle with the lifeless body. "What do we do with him," Andy jerked his head toward the unconscious man at the foot of the tree.

"Just fucking leave him. Let's go!"