Rescue Me

Ch. 1 - Unwanted

"You'll close it down when I say so!"

Kit shrunk back, hitting the wall behind her as she hugged herself tightly. Storm, the Pack Alpha, stood in front of her, his silver eyes glowing in anger. He had an arm on either side of her head, leaning over the shaking cat-shifter. His black and grey tail was still, but the guttural growl he was emitting made Kit want to disappear.

"I know Storm, I really—"

Kit let out a frightened, strangled yelp as Storm lifted her from the ground by her throat; small rivulets of blood trailing from his claws to the collar of her grey tunic. His canines grew in length as he leaned in close to her, breathing hot air against her ear. She grabbed his forearm with her hands, pulling as she tried to get away.

"Talk back again, Kitten, and it'll be the last thing you do," he snarled at her. Just before he pulled away, he bit at her ear, one of his canines sinking in. Kit would have screamed had it not been for the lack of oxygen as his hand tightened around her throat. Storm pulled away quickly, but not before leaving a jagged cut in Kit's right ear. He dropped her, backing up two steps with a small smirk as he watched her curl up against the wall, holding her ear as she tried to breathe properly between her cries.

As she began to shake violently, Storm snorted, "Weak... just like all of your kind." He watched her for a few more seconds, but she didn't move, despite his high hopes she'd try to defy him again. Yawning, he walked back around the table to his chair and sat down, picking at his teeth with a splintered bone that had been lying on his plate. Firelight lit the small room from candles placed sporadically on windowsills, throwing shadows everywhere.

Kit pulled her hand away from the cut, trying not to look at her hand. She knew it would be bloody. She dared to look up, wondering why Storm hadn't told her to leave yet. He was still picking at his teeth, not paying her any attention. In the firelight, she could see a scar zigzagging across his face. three jagged cuts that Kit knew were claw marks; Her claw marks from the night he'd arrived at her parent's house. She shook her head, unwilling to relive that memory right now.

Standing up, Kit braced herself against the door frame, blinking hard against the headache that was now creeping up like a constricting rope around her head. She glanced down at her hand for a brief moment, dizziness hitting her as soon as she saw the blood. There was much more than she thought there would be. Tenderly, she reached up to feel her ear, pulling away now that she could think somewhat clearly. He hadn't just bitten her, he'd taken a decent chunk from the ginger she-cat's right ear. She took in a deep breath, fighting hard to keep herself together.

The threadbare tunic and pants that Storm had supplied her with months previously were doing little to shield Kit against the cold November winds that blew in through the one open window on Kit's left. She shivered and coughed, catching Storm's attention. He narrowed his eyes at her, an almost disgusted expression on his face.

"What are you still doing here?"

Kit flinched as though she'd expected to be hit, though didn't answer him. Storm stood up, his shoulder length black hair falling into his face for a moment until he moved it. A solitary silver streak of hair broke up his dark outfit. His floor length grey jacket was no doubt much warmer than Kit's entire outfit; the thick, black wool vest he had on and the heavy pants adding to it. If she weren't so scared of him, she might have asked for something more akin to what he wore, but she didn't dare be so audacious with Storm.

The Pack Alpha walked slowly around the rectangular shaped table, dragging a half-phased claw along the table, sharp nails leaving a trail in the worn wood. With each step Storm took towards Kit, she pressed herself closer into the wooden wall behind her, wishing the door would fall open and she's stumble out, unharmed.