Chapter Three

III.

She tumbled out of the tunnel, gasping for air, relief flooding through her. She was right, he couldn’t make it through. He had grabbed for her with his razor sharp claws, snarling with malicious intent before finally turning to leave. It was silent, save for the ragged gasps of her breathing. After she caught her breath, she opened her eyes and saw a girl sitting before her. Bleeding knees, disheveled hair, skirt up to her waist, cheeks pink and blouse nearly completely unbuttoned: she was in the mirror maze. The moon reflecting off of all the surfaces was the only light she could see by. It was eerily quiet. She closed her eyes and focused- she could hear the sound of her own breath, her thudding heart, the soft wind whooshing but nothing else. The wolf once again seeming to disappear. 

You can do this, Natalia. She begged of herself.The only way out is forward. Get up, get out of his maze and find your broom. She tried to blink away the fear clogging her throat. She forced herself to breath, stand up, pull her clothes back into place and make her way through the maze. 

She was afraid. He wasn’t just going to give up now. He thought she was sent by someone to spy on him, she doubted he would give up his pursuit until he had the answers he wanted. The answers she did not have. He must think that she is associated with a different coven. One that maybe was known for being hostile or aggressive to werewolves. He must not know that the Matron had a different honor system.

 She could do this. She would get out, find her coven and leave this place immediately and never return. With the last bit of her magic she summoned a guidance spell to help her navigate the maze quickly. As she turned each corner of the maze, she listened to any sounds of pursuit- footsteps, a creaking floor board. But there was nothing only the silence of the night. The mirrors of the maze created a sickening, dizzying effect. Even with the guidance spell, Natalia felt … observed- even if it was only by her own eyes. 

Where was her coven? She hadn’t seen them from on top of the building. Were they so deep into the fairgrounds that she would’t have heard them? They were usually not worried about being stealthy because the only places they scavenged were abandoned or uninhabited.

“You know… I think I’ve decided what I want to do with you”. She gasp audibly at the sound of his voice. She could see him in the reflection behind her. She turned to find that it was only another mirror, unbridled horror in the eyes looking back at her.

He’s back. The thought ringing through her mind as her magic sputtered out. She began to panic, picking up her pace. Hurrying around each corner only to  hit another dead end. Like a tether just out of reach, Natalia could not find her magic. She was too depleted. 

“I have nothing you want! And I want nothing of you!” She screamed the words into the chasm of the maze. Her back pressed up against other  

“That may be true, little witch, but I need to send a message to your kind to not interfere in my territory. Do not run from me, I have your smell now and I’ll be able to track you- to the ends of the earth if need be.” There- behind her again, and as she turned, she collided with a hard wall of muscle and fur. She took a step back, leaning her head back to take in the full size of him. 

Her back was collided with the mirror behind her, another dead end. She was completely trapped. He was easily a foot taller than her in this form, “Such a pathetic, little witch. Are you usually so useless?” The words were a taunt. He wanted her to fight. He wanted to play with his food. 

“What do you want?” Natalia whispered. She could feel his cool breath on her face. He took a single claw and dragged it slowly down the button line of her blouse. She gasped at the contact, bracing herself against the mirror. She wanted to shut her eyes, to brace against her death, but she ground her teeth together and made herself look him squarely in the eyes. If he was going to kill her, he would have to look at her while he did it. 

His claw was close enough to slice the center gore of her bra but not close enough to cut her skin. Her bra fell away and exposed her breasts. Her nipples pebbled under the cool night air, every nerve in her body pulled taught with anxiety. “It’s only fair. You saw me first.” He said with a self-satisfied growl, lips pulling back. 

He leaned in closer and she could only whimper. Her magic empty and she was defenseless. Maybe he was right, she was useless. He pressed his body against her and she felt something hardening against her belly. His coat brushed the sensitive peaks of her nipples sending a jolt of sensation to her lower belly. Her eyes momentarily rolled back into her head, a small gasp leaving her mouth. A deep, low rumble began emanating from the wolf. One of hunger, she presumed; it sounded primal, guttural, full of need. It vibrated through his chest and straight through her connected flesh. Heat gathered in her core and she squeezed her legs together, disgusted with her physical response to what was happening. She would die humiliated, a tear slipped free from her eye.

Just one bite and I am dead. I’ll be dead soon.

The wolf lowered his muzzle to her ear. “I want you to see what I am about to do to you, little witch.” 

She was shaking, trembling. He spun her around, facing the mirror. She looked up at him and mustered all the rage and anger she could. “You’re disgusting and vile- I knew all the rumors were true about your kind. You’re monsters hungry for human flesh. I wish they had killed every last one of you.” She lifted her foot and slammed it onto his toes as hard has she could. 

He barely flinched. The wolf grabbed the back of her head by the hair and pushed her face sideways into the mirror, hard. “Oh please, fight back, little witch, I like it rough.” With his other claws he grabbed the collar of the back of her shirt and pulled backward, catching her arms in the sleeves and leaving her bare from the waist up- her shirt binding her wrists together. She could feel the stinging sensation of the scratches that were left down her back and the wetness of her blood as it began to trickle down her back- not deep enough to kill her but enough to hurt. 

She glared up at him through the tears escaping her eyes. “Are you ready to know what it feels like to be bitten by a wolf?” His voice was rough. She could only brace herself. She wanted it to be over, the humiliation of being played with, of being a wolf’s dinner. How did she let this happen?

And then it did. She saw his teeth puncturing her skin, his eyes going black before closing. She felt the searing pain of his teeth calming down into her shoulder before feeling a new sensation slamming into her and pulling her into it’s undertow. Lust. White hot, and heavy and coursing through her veins as intensely as any drug. 

The sensation tore through her: she was writhing, moaning, begging to be touched. It was a haze- like she was herself but freer, untethered, unbound. 

With her arms bound behind her she couldn’t give herself the release she needed. She was squeezing her legs together, arching her pelvis, working to find the sensation she craved. 

“Do you see now, little witch?” His muzzle was coated in her blood. He was looking at her in their reflection eyes fully dark except for thin halos of glowing amber. “This is what you have to be afraid of.” He licked along the line of his teeth marks, lapping up the blood. The blood she was covered in; dripping down in spidering trails over her exposed breasts. 

“Please…” She threw her head back, arching into him. 

Is this what you’re wanting, little witch?” A claw trailed over her exposed breasts and down her navel to the top of her skirt. In one fluid motion it lay in ribbons at her feet.  She only had one singular thought- 

I want to be fucked. I want to fuck.

She must have been saying this out loud because she heard the wolf growl into her ear and the hardness growing in her back. “You’re marked by me now, witch. You’re mine.” She could only nod, whatever it took for him to touch her, for him to release her arms and fill her with his cock and..

She felt his fingers snake over her hips and down in between her legs. She almost collapsed with relief. “Is what what you want? You want to be fucked by my fingers?” She was gasping with pleasure- her make up was running down her face from crying earlier, her face flush with exertion and hard nipples bouncing as he circled her clit and she pressed into it.

He was so large. She could feel his cock lengthening and hardening on her ass as she moved her hips. “Such a dirty witch. What would the rest of your coven think about your cunt soaking my fingers?” She was grinding herself into oblivion. The claws at the end ever so slightly nicking her. 

The wolf leaned down and began licking the bite marks he left on her shoulder, almost gently. “Don’t you dare fucking stop” he growled into her ear. She came apart, seeing stars and fireworks and could have sworn her heart stopped beating entirely. She felt a hot wetness squirting all over her back. She came apart completely and fell to her knees and he let her, standing over her looking down. 

His cock was glistening with come, his mouth smirking with satisfaction. She was completely naked, her clothing in tatters around her feet, covered in scratches and bite marks and her own blood, his come dripping down her back. “I think this will send a clear enough message about who’s in charge here”. And with that, the wolf turned and left. Leaving her in a puddle of come and blood and shame on the floor. 

What had she done?