Daphne has me start to aggressively writhe about; while, furiously growling out at them…
“Quit fucking poking us; and get the fuck off us, you mother fucking, asshole pricks!!”
The one pressing down on my shoulders stares at me with a quizzical expression on his face; and asks,
“‘Us’? … What are you; some sort of whacked out, schizoid bitch?”
“What’s the matter; don’t tell me you ain’t enjoying this.” The one that’s been poking me, now starts to push his index finger in between my vulva’s labium; trying to slowly insert it into me. “That’s too bad; because, I’m just getting started.”
Daphne has me struggle even more; but, unfortunately, it’s to no avail … they’re just too powerful for my human-form to push away. She has me lash out…
“I’m gonna bite that fucking finger off!!”
He angrily shouts at me, “That’s it, cunt; I’ve had enough of your mouth!”
He jumps up to his feet; then, barbarically stomps his foot down hard into my face. I immediately blackout.
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**Casper’s POV**
Ever since the threat … or, little does he know; actually more like promise … of pulling off his arms; the vendor has remained speechless, while trembling in fear. … An agitated Gilead will have that affect on people.
Suddenly; Gilead frantically hollers out to me, “Our mate’s in trouble … let’s go! We have to help her! Hurry; she needs us!”
I reach over and snatch the twenty dollar bill from his hand; then, grab the wrapped salmon lying on the counter. I start rushing out of the market; shouting back…
“Next time, don’t take so damn long to make up your mind.”
I begin charging down the wharf, shoving people out of my path; as Gilead continues frantically hollering out at me…
“Hurry, Casper; our mate’s in trouble!”
So, I’m not exactly wearing your run of the mill tracksuit; yet here I am, furiously charging through the wharf district, scrambling about a crowd of gawking humans. … Oh, have I forgot to mention that I’m still carrying that package of smashed, Sockeye salmon securely tucked within my arms; like a speeding wide receiver holding onto the ball while rushing down the field towards the goal post, determined to score a touchdown.
And; the reason why I’m making such a mouth-gaping spectacle of myself right now is because Gilead has a feeling that our supposed mate is in trouble, and in dire need of our help … not that I personally could give a damn about what happens to that dowdy-looking mutt, one way or the other. But, he remains relentlessly insistent on going to her aid; so, I’m currently allowing him to take the helm of the ship, and instinctively navigate me to where he senses she is.
Gilead guides me into an alley; and, I come to an abrupt halt, as my eyes instantly fall upon a disturbing sight … one which immediately infuriates Gilead; and, I can feel a sudden fierce rage rapidly rise and emanate from the depths of my inner-wolf’s psyche.
Three low-life, derelict-looking, human wastes are barbarically attacking her almost totally stripped down naked, vulnerably frail body; with two of them forcefully holding her down to the ground, while the other one ruthlessly stomps his foot into her face … rendering her unconscious.
Gilead takes control over my body; although, I struggle to keep myself from completely turning into my wolf-form. There’s no need to fully wolf-out; because even in my human-form, Gilead’s able to enhance my body enough to easily handle at least a dozen humans. But, once transformed into my wolf-form; Gilead becomes a virtual juggernaut … leaving a path of total destruction behind in his wake of fury.
He has me thunderously bellow out; using my most dominate Alpha tone, “How dare you do that to our mate; you fucking human scum!!”
Having all my wolf-senses heightened now from my enraged state; I can hear one of them whisper aloud…
“Another one talking like there’s two of them … what; was there a schizoid breakout from a nearby mental institute? … And, what’s the deal with calling us ‘human scum’?”
“There’s no ‘deal with’ about it; that’s just what you are … human scum.” Gilead menacingly growls, “Now; it’s time for you human scum to pay for what you’ve done to our mate.”
I still refuse to accept the idea of that pitiful creature actually being our mate; but, there’s no way in hell I can just stand by and ignore what these loathsome, hairless apes have done to one of my kind … and, just like Gilead said; they’re about to pay a price for retribution of this blasphemous act.
As his two cohorts rise to their feet; the shameless bastard that stomped on her face looks over at me, with a stupid grin displayed upon his ugly, ape face…
“Mate; huh? Funny; you don’t sound like you’re English or Australian, to me.” He exchanges smirks with his cohorts. “What do you think, fellas; are you picking up on any accent?”
And; with that insolent attitude, and smart ass comment, my eyes immediately change over … with their once pale, steel-gray hue turning to a deep, charcoal black color; as the irises and pupils merge into one solid, black ball centered within a field of fiery-red replacing the former whites of my eyes.
I know this because not only has my already 20/20 vision become remarkably clearer and sharper; but, also from the abruptly contorted shocked expressions now displayed upon their visages … as one of them utters aloud; with his voice nervously cracking…
“What the … his eyes … what’s up with his eyes?”
**Casper’s POV**
“Fuck it.” The insolent, shameless bastard quickly pulls out a butterfly knife from his pocket; and, deftly flips it open using one hand. “Let’s cut this mother fucker up … starting with those freaky eyes of his. I’m gonna carve ’em out of their sockets. … What do you say, fellas; you want in on the fun?”
Without hesitation, the other two immediately follow suit; each drawing out and opening a butterfly knife of their own. The audacity of these way inferior hairless apes; thinking they can actually take me on with those sorry ass excuse for weapons. I almost feel like bursting out into an uproarious bout of laughter; but instead, I shoot over a derisive sneer their way, and ambiguously taunt…
“Tsk, tsk, tsk … three to ten … looks like the odds aren’t in your favor today; boys.”
I slowly raise my hands up out in front of my face; then, instantly protract my razor-sharp claws from my fingernail beds … and, ominously waver the jutted, lethal weapons about.
Looks of disbelief and sheer terror immediately overtake their suddenly pale faces, while their bodies incessantly tremble; as they instantly drop their knives, and piss their pants.
Gilead has me growl out in an utterly sinister fashion, “Time to pay for what you did to our mate … and, the price for it is going to be your pathetically, worthless lives!”
I’m fully aware of what’s going on … but, ever since Gilead’s rage began festering after seeing our supposed mate being attacked by that human scum; he’s taken complete control of my body … and, for the time being, I have no control over my actions, at all. He has me commence with his mercilessly, murderous onslaught…