(Extreme, Fantasy, possible NC, light to mild torture, Power Struggle, Knotting, Marking)
The law of tooth and claw stated that when you die, you die in battle. There was nothing else, nothing that would allow you to keep your pride as a wolf. But, there was one thing that was worse than anything else and that was being captured. If a wolf was ever captured, it was no longer a wolf and no longer part of the pack.
The moon was high in the sky, but the clouds were blocking most of the light. Some of it was showing through, like the sun coming through tattered drapes. Horns were blaring in the distance signaling the hunt was on, the hunt for the wolves. The pack started to flee, knowing that it would not be able to survive the attack from the humans. They were not afraid of the humans, but they knew that the pack was in a weakened state. It was the end of fall, and mating season was just ending. Because of that the stronger females were already with pups. Their mates thought of nothing but their protection. So the pack gathered up their things and started to run deeper into the forest.
They ran for hours but no matter how fast or hard they ran, the sound of the horns was only getting closer. It was then that one of the up-in-coming males stopped running, and turned looking back at the way they came. Other wolves passed by him but none of them stopped. They understood what he was doing, and they knew that it was the only way for the pack to survive. As he had no mate, he was one of the few that could sacrifice themselves to protect the pack. He stood on his hind legs, raising himself up past the height of any human male. His lips curled back into a snarl, his eyes unblinking. As the sound of hoof beats started to come into range, he let out a roar, challenging them to come get him.
It did not take the hunters long to get to him, and soon he saw that light of their torches. The first man up top of a horse came bursting through the bushes at him, and with a quick leap the wolf was already ripping him off the horse and sinking his claws into him. But for every human the wolf would kill, two or three more of them would arrive. They started pulling out their silver weapons, their nets, some of them even had bows to shoot at him. But he kept on fighting, not stopping even after he had been slashed, stabbed, shot, and hit. Every moment that he stood there fighting, was another moment his pack had to get away from these hunters. But, it was that moment that he thought about his pack that he lost focus, and a net caught him. Three men started to pull on it, but he resisted, trying to pull them to him. Then another net came over him, followed by another. Soon he was on the ground, and the men were pulling his arms behind his back. He felt the cold touch of metal upon the back of his neck, and he was sure this was going to be the end. He grunted, happy that his life would be enough to save his pack. Then the metal came down around his skull, encasing it. His eyes widened in the realization that it was no weapon that was pressed into the back of his neck, but the locking bar of a werewolf muzzle. He tried to howl, tried roar out his protest, his desperation but it was too late. The muzzle was on him and it was stopping him from even opening his mouth the slightest.
He was restrained, his head encased in the muzzle, his hands behind his back with chains going down to his ankles where more chains and shackles were. Nothing in the world was worse to a werewolf then being taken captive by the hunters. It was the ultimate defeat for them. He did not even notice where they were taking him. But when they stopped he knew, they were taking him to their camp. He looked up from the ground, the small slits in the muzzle allowing him to see only right in front of him. There stood a woman decked out in leather armor and equipped with all the weapons and gear needed to hunt his kind. She seemed to be the one leading this hunt this time. If only he could kill this woman, then the other men would just run away. But it was too late, he was already defeated, he was already captured.
ďMy, my, just what have we got here today? I think I shall have to ponder what I will do with him later.Ē