The Breeder

II - Paul

Once the last male released his sharp and pain grip on the scruff of her neck, the she-wolf collapsed to the bear pelt.  Her trembling and weak body no longer able to support her after being abused for hours.  She watched with hazed eyes as the pack warriors and Beta cleaned themselves and righted their garments.  One by one the savage males left the breeding chamber and headed home.

The Breeding Enforcer strutted over to the she-wolf, proud in his dominance and power.  One would think that he was an Alpha himself if his rank within the pack was not known by the way he walked with pride.  He nudged the she-wolf in the side with his boot.  

With a grunt he added, "Come on, she-wolf."

Normally, the she-wolf would reluctantly stagger back to the barn on weak limbs, but tonight she could not even gather the strength to lift her head. With a grunt he nudged her again.

"Don't make me tell you twice, breeder."  

The kick aimed at her shoulder, caused her to whimper.  She needed to obey, but her muscles wouldn't listen.  She just couldn't seem to muster any strength.  Even her eyelids threatened to close.

Another kick was coming by the way, she felt the air pass by her delicate fur.  She waited knowing this would go on until she either passed out or obeyed.  

"Enforcer!"Paul, the sentry called to him.  

Paul walked with determination to the Breeder's Enforcer, "A heavy night of breeding... Go rest."

The Enforcer bucked at Paul's words.  A retort lingering on his lips, but it was true.  He was very exhausted after the heavy breeding of the she-wolf.  

"Take her."  He grunted as he stomped out of the breeding chamber.

The she-wolf trembled and whimpered as she heard the sentry coming closer.  He was a close friend of her Enforcer and the thought of what he would do with her scared her at the moment more than anything else.  Every other male was gone, not that it would stop him if he had unkind intentions.  No other cared for the breeder.  She was a she-wolf chosen, an un-mated wolf that bred the pack's young until she was unable to carry any more pups.  It wasn't uncommon to find the former breeding she-wolf dead shortly thereafter whether it be the lack of will to live or from the hatred that she no longer had a purpose within the pack.

She lolled her head to the side awkwardly with no more strength to support her neck.  Paul stopped a few feet from her, running a tanned hand through his dark long hair.  The muscles in his arm rippled with strength.  To the she-wolf that only meant one thing.  Her pelt shivered as another whimper left her muzzle, but her eyes never left him dreadfully afraid of what would happen once she took her eyes off of him.

Quicker than she could register, Paul was kneeling before her in an instant cradling her weak wolf head.  She whimpered lowly in the back of her throat, at the feel of one of his rough hands petting the back of her neck and down her pelt.  Once his fingers grazed over the gray fur of her tail, the she-wolf yelped and used all her remaining strength in her paws to weakly push away.  Hot, searing pain rushed up her spine.

Paul yanked his hand away, frowning.  The tips of his fingers came away with bright, red blood.  He looked at the abused she-wolf, his eyes glistening. His heart ached.  This was the first time he had ever interfered with one of the breeding she-wolf, but he could not stand by and watch anymore.  It was his duty to perform as sentry to the breeding chamber but each day his disgust grew more and more.  Not every male was savage though he was one of the first within the pack that felt that way.

Not another word was said to the she-wolf, but as gently as he could he picked up the wolf.  Her head cradled against his neck and her body tucked into his.  His large, muscular arms wrapped around her.  The she-wolf watched in a haze as he left the cabin.  Dark shadows passed along the angles of his face, making his frown look more severe as he walked down the lit pathway.  He entered the barn where the she-wolf rested and set her down on a bed of soft hay.  Her head instantly rolled into the soft nest of dried grass.

Paul knelt in front of her, peering at her with his dark eyes.  A finger pressed to his lips.  He then stood up and closed the barn door as quietly as he could as he glanced down the pathway.  The night was quiet.  The Savage Pack asleep.  He then walked to the other side of the barn and nudged as quietly as he could the barn door open.  He peered around the door for a moment, his breath puffing in the cool night air.  Then decidedly, he walked pack to the she-wolf, picked her up and walked out of the barn into the cold night air as he checked his surroundings again.  He was thankfully greeted with silence other than the soft crunch of snow under his boots.  

He carried the she-wolf deep into the woods.  His breath puffing into the still air.  The smell of pine surrounded them.  The she-wolf calmed slightly, she nuzzled her wet nose into Paul's long hair huffing. A sigh. 

That night the sentry walked and walked carrying the injured she-wolf within his arms.  His muscles grew taunt and tired, but he never let go.  Onward he walked through the night.  Through the dark forest.  His amber eyes always watchful and protective.  It wasn't until the first light of daybreak threatened to appear did he pause to rest a moment.  His amber eyes studied the unseen boundary before him.  

Paul warily checked the woods on the other side of the boundary.  The woods were quiet.  He stood still until his thighs ached, then he stepped over the line.  He stepped into another territory.  The hair at the back of his neck rose, he knew he had only minutes before the neighboring pack's guards would be breathing down his neck, ripping him to shreds.  He quickly stepped over to a cedar tree and set the she-wolf down.  She whimpered staring at him.  He crouched down, gave her a soft pet to her head then darted back over the boundary line and rushed to his spot of sentry, hoping no one had noticed his spot vacant.  

Several howls sounded in the still morning.  Paul stopped running.  He knew now, he would be severely punished, but no matter what happen he would never regret his sacrifice for the life of the abused breeder.