Getting out of the car, the cool air does nothing to soothe my burning skin. I stumble to the trunk, clutching onto the side of the car. I guess I’m sleeping here tonight. I’m not going to be able to drive like this. Popping open the trunk, I try to find something, anything, the Tylenol isn’t helping. I find a small throw down bottle of tequila and drink it in one mouthful. I can’t find anything else, nothing, my trunk completely empty.
To make matters worse, the fear I feel I’m fairly sure isn’t mine. I have nothing to fear out here, yet my anxiety is high. I almost feel manic, completely beside myself and on top of it all, in pure agony. I manage to climb back into the car, laying across the backseat, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing works. I can’t find any sort of comfort for what I feel right now. When it’s completely dark, I close my eyes trying to dive into some form of sleep. Then, I hear howls, forcing me to sit up. Is this a bad area for wild dogs because all I can hear are howls ringing through the darkness. My heart rate skips a beat as I look out the windows, only to be met with darkness, the trees casting shadows under the moon.
Then, I see them, yellow eyes in the forest, lots of them. I move back on the seat, pressing against the door. Reaching over, I lock the doors. It’s okay, I’m okay they will leave, they are just wild dogs. That’s what I try to tell myself. Only I have this gnawing feeling they aren’t just dogs, I watch as they slowly come out of the shadows of the forest, revealing about fifteen to twenty huge wolves. I know they aren’t no friendly pooches. They circle around the car, I can’t take my eyes off them. They are huge, white sharp teeth gleaming under the moonlight.
I move to the center of the seat. What the fuck do I do? The biggest question though is why the hell are they lurking around my car, I am a nobody. I don’t know them, yet here they are, trapping me. I hear one growl, moving towards the car, I move away only for another to move closer, my head spins back and forth, trying to keep watch on all of them. I quickly glance around the car for anything to defend myself. I think about jumping in the driver’s seat and trying to take off but as soon as I move, one of them charges, hitting the driver’s side door, the entire car shaking at the impact. I jump back.
I only manage to find an empty bottle; I can see it on the passenger side footwell in the front. I just need to reach it. I watch as one shifts. His bones rearrange before he stands up, his fur turning to skin, he cracks his neck. There’s an evil glint in his eyes that makes me forget the pain I’m in, I know they are up to no good. He stands completely naked, his entire manly body on display. I gulp, he walks over, and I decide it’s now or never. I scramble over the seat, grabbing the bottle just in time to hear the window smash, glass hitting me and spraying over the backseat. I scream and shield my face, clutching the bottle tightly in my hand.
He reaches his arm in and unlocks the door. I scramble to the other side only to jump when I hear another one tap on the window behind me, making me jump. I turn to see another dark-haired man, standing on the other side of the door, completely naked.
My heart is hammering in my chest so hard I can hear it, adrenaline kicks in. When I hear the door open my eyes fly in the direction of the noise. The man leans in and I smash the bottle on his head, glass breaking leaving the neck of the bottle in my hand. He shakes his head as if he’s just been hit by a small child, not a glass bottle.
“You’re going to regret that sweetheart,” He says, his voice sending shivers up my spine. He tries to grab me, and I start kicking before he grips my ankle and rips me out of the car.
My head smashes on the bottom of the door on the way out, making my head spin as shooting pain spreads across the back of my skull. I scream as I hit the ground violently. My entire body aches as the rocks dig into my palms and my knees, as I try to get to my feet, only to be kicked in my side, making me clutch my stomach, winded. The man rolls me over onto my back before flicking hair over my shoulder.
“Where is your mate, little one? He should know better than to let you out in this state,” he taunts.
“Doesn’t she smell divine, boys?” Another voice says. I try to swat his hands away, as he tries to push the hem of my dress up my legs. I can hear the rest of them hollering and laughing. I kick my legs, making him let go. As I try to crawl away, my entire body burns up, my vision is blurring. I feel a foot press onto my back and then, I hear him speak again. “We’re going to have some fun with you,” he chuckles next to my face.
He stands up and kicks me again. I gasp as I feel the air expel from my lungs. His foot goes back between my shoulder blades, holding me still. I feel someone grab my hair, ripping my head backwards to see the dark-haired man’s face only inches off mine. I spit in his face, “Get the fuck away from me!”
He wipes his face with his other hand and smiles before licking his fingers clean. “She is a feisty one,” he calls to his friends. I feel the pressure on my back lift before I feel hands on my hips, flipping me over. I struggle, kicking my legs and arms, trying to hit anywhere I can. I start screaming, panic sets in as I feel my underwear get ripped away.