Wild, that was the name given to a wolf when he left the pack, of his own free will or exiled. The one who submitted to his instinct, to his nature and was simply that... a wild animal with red eyes, one stronger, more determined, without feelings, one that was capable of instilling fear even in an alpha himself.

***

The hands moved over her naked and satiated body, they weren't two, they weren't three, they were four and they caressed each area over stimulating each sensitive nerve. Hot food on either side of her face and the warmth she so craved and wanted from her enveloped her. The two marks throbbed deliciously on either side of her neck given the closeness of her mates, her wolves, her alphas.

-You're mine-

-You're mine-

–You are ours– declared those two wolves hugging the red-eyed woman with a satisfied smile on her lips.

Clara opened her eyes, after having a strange, overwhelming, but cozy dream, finding the same darkness that had accompanied her the last two days. She sat up with her body aching after sleeping on a hard mattress on the floor and focused her senses, but she found nothing.

That small room where she was locked was no more than two meters long and wide and the walls were so solid that it did not let sound through. Her stomach growled for food, which she had not received since she had been locked up, punished for her actions. Just for refusing to do something.

She pressed her legs against her chest. Her father was just in a bad temper and that's why he had locked her up there. If he had been really angry she would have red marks on her skin. 

The dream again returned to her mind as she closed her eyes. It had been really strange and the back of her neck, where her virgin gland was, throbbed uncomfortably. She, a wolf who at 22 years old had no partner and without finding her mate, what was she doing thinking of nothing more and nothing less than two. That was crazy. Besides, with how small she was, it would be impossible for her to be with two wolves at the same time. But more than that... who would want to be with her. A weak wolf, with impaired eyesight, who was guided more by her sense of smell and ears than by what she could see and who was intimidated by most because of her fragility.

Every day she wondered if it was alright to live, if the Moon Goddess really wanted her to have a partner, a mate. And although her hope still beat within her chest, with each passing year the flame dimmed more and more.

She didn't know how long she was there, just inhaling the thick musty smell when the door was opened. The sound of screeching metal snapped her out of her lethargy, raising her head and finding the very one who had locked her up. She narrowed her eyes as the light filtered in and completely blinded her. Her blue eyes, as clear as water, burned and she covered them with her hand, but she recognized instantly the scent that came to her.

–Father– she exhaled, feeling the gentle breeze that now ran inside.

–Get out once and for all, it's time to work– snapped Alester, showing her his fangs with a disgusted face before turning and walking away, but not before letting Clara see the deep marks of three claws along his entire arm, upon she raised her head blinking repeatedly.

She swallowed hard, her stomach aching from the hunger she felt from not having eaten in a long time. Her father was a big, strong and quite violent wolf by nature, so she didn't think it would have been easy to do it to him, and she didn't remember him commenting on how she had done it to him. With doubt she got up feeling a slight dizziness and the images of her own claw, breaking the other's skin passed in front of her like a flash making her let out a moan.

She stood leaning against the wall behind her, panting and shaking her head in confusion. What had that been? She didn't remember attacking anyone and it wasn't the first time she had passed by. It wasn't that usual, but every now and then there would be flashes of memories of things she had no awareness of. However, when she started to leave she could see the tips of her bloody fingers and that caught her attention.

-CLARA- but her father's shout made her tremble and run after him. Maybe it was just her imagination. Yes, that was it. She might never be able to go against her parent.

***

Weak

Useless

You're useless

Horrible

Negligible

Disgusting

Faulty

Those and more were words that Clara had heard all her life in the pack. She did not know the reason why it had come to it, nor why they treated her like this, perhaps it was because of her visual weakness that she was even more affected when the sun was high in the sky or when she almost went blind at night. Was it a natural phenomenon?

Yes, she was a weak wolf, submissive by nature, who used to lower her ears and hide her tail before facing something or someone. However, she had good feelings and was sure that he would be able to love her as much as he loved her. She would take care of her pups and try to make her mate happy. It was what she had repeated to herself over and over again, although at that point she didn't know if she would have a chance to express her feelings.

But it was not the time to be thinking about that. Now she had to work if she wanted to earn her portion of food, because they were hunting and despite all the offenses, rejections and insults, she, by having one of her senses affected, made the others stronger, which made her the best pack tracker. That didn't make her special. For many it could be a benefit and even a pride, in her case it was a total curse.

As she had to find the prey herself, her main job was to warn if there was any Wild in the area and most of the time she even acted as bait to keep him away, because of that she had learned to run really fast so as not to be caught. The fear of a Wildling chasing you was something that many times kept her awake at night and left her shivering for hours. A single one of them could kill three of them unceremoniously, crush the bones inside its jaw unceremoniously, shred the skin even with its prey alive and have no regrets about it. And Clara was aware that she couldn't let him get close to any of the pack members, because she would be, in the end, the one who would pay the consequences. And her father could be very creative.

Slowly, she moved down the path, her body bent over, her belly almost touching the ground. Her light brown fur was lost among the dry autumn leaves of the tall bushes, that was an advantage for her who was in the front row, although now she was dirty and covered in mud, that completely hid her smell.

Clara intensified her senses, moving them even miles, looking for prey and enemies, finding that there was a large and juicy animal for dinner that night, since the mating ceremony would take place every year. She had tried not to think about it so as not to get depressed.

Having found a target and no enemies in the area, luckily for her, she raised her head and howled softly, but the hunting wolves would reach meters behind her. Shortly afterward she heard them running, past her and heading straight for her prey. She sat on her butt to wait and keep watch in case another or...

Clara's entire body suddenly tensed and her ears pricked up. An unknown smell came to her and made her shiver from head to toe. She began to shake so much that her teeth chattered. It was a dense aroma, strong, even violent, mixed above all with blood that did not let her define what it was even with her nose.

She looked back, narrowing her eyes to find that in the distance two wolves were just waiting, but paying no attention to her. And while that eerie scent scared her, it made her move toward it in equal parts. So she walked until she found herself running, deeper into the forest. The light dimmed due to the leafy trees and her eyesight was affected even more, so she let her instincts guide her. Her legs trembled but she didn't stop.

After a few minutes she realized that she had strayed too far from the group and that would not be good for her. She stopped. She felt the scent getting stronger, but she decided she wasn't going to go any further. What if it was just drawing her? She was already weak enough to be tempted by the scent that called to her, but she was worried about the strong scent of blood that almost overshadowed it.

She shook her head. Her nose itched and her body refused to go in the direction of her thoughts. It was even hard for her to turn around to leave when she froze. Behind her she heard footsteps breaking the branches below her.

All of Clara's fur stood on end and she looked back over her shoulder. She had a hard time focusing in the middle of her nebula, but even so he was able to define, in the middle of the darkness, two completely golden orbs that focused on her and approached her.

And Clara didn't know this time whether to run or stay there.