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When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Her wrists were indeed turning red around her shackles as her struggles rubbed her skin raw against them. The metal bit into her skin as she tried to pull on them, not giving way to the weakened strength in her arms. Above her the metal rings banged against one another as she struggled underneath them, punctuating each barbaric thrust of Sunrender's cock. The only reprieve she was granted was from the small amount of slack her arms were given during her assualt: the way he held her supporting her body so she wasn't hanging completely by her arms.

Throughout her degradation her prayers went unanswered by Juno, Diana, or any other in the order of gods she may have called upon in her desperation. For all intents it seemed that her life, and the life growing inside of her, was as the mercy of Sunrender and the Spartans. FIf anything he pale lycan seemed more like one of the denizens of the underworld sent to torture her for her transgressions. Perhaps it was their will that led her here and fate that subjected her to this torture. One could never guess their whims.

Sunrender grunted and snarled as he pushed inside of her, reveling in the feel of her tight body. Redfang had chosen his fucking slave wisely, her body tighter than any other he could remember. With a howl he pushed inside, his knot tying her with him as his furred body was pushed flush against her own. He laughed at her cries, enjoying how she tried to regect him in vain. Now that his knot was in there was stopping until he had fill her already-pregnant belly with his seed.
 

Screams and cries of anger and despair continued to leave. Celeste was confused .... angry. Why was this happening now of all times?! Why when she had more than her own life to worry about?! DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT! Her tears fell faster as her body began to comprehend everything she was feeling, especially her wrists and her slit. "URGH DAMN YOU! STOP!" Her whole body trembled - seemingly nonstop - as she pulled and twisted her wrists, beginning to move them at angles that would if not dislocate break them. But she was beyond caring; if that could begin to help her get out, she'd do it.

The longer this went on, the more fear and anger took over. Why?! Why now?! If they had to abandon her, why not when Redfang first found her? Before she cared and fell for him? Now ... now she had a reason, desire to remain alive. Even if he may die soon ... she still had other things ... and that was enough for her. Screaming and crying loud as she kept pulling, her head shook frantically, "NO! UGH!"

Her head moved faster as she felt his knot getting closer. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Even with how much she had tried to keep him out, it still slid in, making her whimper. "BASTARD!" Her tears fell faster, her legs at least ceasing their struggles. Her wrists, though, didn't stop ... even now with his knot in. She needed some type of advantage, some way to stop being totally helpless.
 
He roared out as his know penetrated her walls, a animalistic sound signifying his domination of her. He had taken down the Spartan bitch, taken something of Redfang and made it his. Even the feel of her feeling kicking at him could do nothing to lessen the power he felt at that moment, the sight of her with her large stomach and breasts shaking above it with every thrust. They were quick and strong now tied as he was with her. His face looked at her with cruel eyes, his tongue hanging from his jaws in the canine look of ecstasy.

Her wrists were burning red by this point as she struggled against her bonds. The stress was rubbing her skin raw as the metal bit into her skin. The pain went with the rest of her body, Sunrender taking delight in making sure every inch of her felt the sting of his claws. All hope was lost...then it happened.

She wouldn't have heard the tell-tale sound of cracking bone, drowned out as it was by the lustfrul grunting of Sunrender as rutted her against the wall. She would have felt it though, the feeling of her wrist finally breaking from all the stress she put on it. It might have been the hand of a goddess or how she just managed to pull on it the right way. Regardless her hand was now uselessly hanging from the chain and able to slide out with effort. Though she lacked the keys to the other she could still get free as it was not two chains that held her but one. One long length of interlocking metal rings, one end attached to each manacle before it was hung from a stone ring above her. With one hand free she could slid it through at least be free of those bonds...but what would happen afterward?
 

A sharp gasp had left as she felt it; her wrist break. It made her scream and cry out harder, though with the timing of his knot having forced it's way in, she hoped the timing had been right. Glancing up out of the corner of her eye, she finally saw exactly how she was bound. And she knew what she could do; but not now. She would have to wait - pray like hell - he didn't take the keys with him after. Granted if he did, she would be more than desperate enough to figure another way regardless. Hopefully the keys above her would also work for the lock on the door.

Now the next part ... would Sunrender stay with her in the cell? He had been with her when she woke up. But maybe that was as - gods let it be - as a precaution. Hopefully he would leave and tell the Spartans he was done and their 'turn' was next. Yes ... she'd rather let that happen. It may mean she would have to move faster, she realized, but she was willing to do it all the same.

Another thought came to her; many of these had been in order to keep her mind off the rape. Redfang ... he was at the old camp they had left from .. right? That was a bit of her main fear, that he wouldn't be and running would be a waste. But Sunrender had made it clear; she nor her unborns were safe around him. Even now ... she had no idea if they were fine or not, especially due to the alchemists having sped up how far she was. It was only good in a way because she was past the first trimester and less likely to have a miscarriage. But with enough stress... oh it was still very possible.

Panting a bit heavily, she closed her eyes, trying to regain as much of her strength as she could now that a plan was going through her mind. Letting all her joints go still - partly from pain but also to seem as if truly surrendering - her body relaxed against the wall. She wouldn't fully given in yet; she wouldn't reach her peak. Not for nor with him. It annoyed her in a way; now that she was pregnant she knew her body would hate that. But she would not give him more satisfaction than she had already.
 
"Ah...Ah...yessss..." he hissed as his cock moved inside of her, back and forth in quick, powerful thrusts. His knot pulled against her entrance every time he pulled back, the cruel lycan tugging on it even harder knowing the reaction it would get from her.

Her sudden display of submission made his inner beast growl with delight. "Too much for you already human? Or are you just overwhelmed with a superior lycan's cock feels inside of you." He laughed at her, licking her the side of her unresisting face and tasting the salt of her tears. "I heard how you would cum from any lycan that had you, whore. That proves that you are no alpha's mate as Redfang might believe. You're nothing more than a pack bitch."

He picked up the pace, his large frame covering hers completely against the wall. Her pregnant belly was pressed against his hard chest, a subtle reminder of the danger they faced. "Feel...it...bitch?!" he grunted as he suddenly came and came hard, a small torrent of hot cum filling her cunt. The walls of her sex, still sore from Redfang's attentions from the day before, were coated in a thick layer of his seed as he rutted with her and letting out a roar. He was feeling like a true alpha, forcing her submission and expressing his dominance. Only time would tell if his plans would succeed or not and all of it hinged on her.
 

Celeste scoffed as she shook her head firmly no. "Like hell ...." She murmured, turning her head away. "But no sense in wasting my strength now ... especially with the knot in. I'll wait ... bide my time. And when you least expect it .... your plans will crumble before your own eyes." With that, she closed her eyes, now focusing on completely zoning herself out to the rape, as if it weren't happening. It was definitely much easier said than done ... but she wouldn't give him anymore satisfaction. The first step was remaining silent.

Ergo, when he asked if she felt it, nothing happened. No head turning to look at him, no smart-ass retort ... by now she had made her walls to listen to her internal commands to stop squeezing around the massive cock. It was like she had told Redfang numerous times; if a human body does or doesn't want something, it will do all it can to get what it wants. Right now, she did not want Sunrender; it was shutting him off, ignoring him in every and any possible way.

The most frustrating things for Celeste at the moment were knowing that had only been his first ... but worse than that was not yet being able to tell how many of the original were still alive if any had died. Some may have from the potion ... so she wasn't sure if she was carrying less - if any at all - than she had before this. Taking steady breaths through her nose, she continued to zone Sunrender out.
 
He lay against her, still holding up her hips as he panted from his orgasm. It had felt...not as good as he expected at the end. She had just lain there, more like a doll than a victim. He had taken slaves like that before but they were silent from being broken, unable to find the will to act. Her silence came from her strength, her determination not to give in, and it filled him with rage.

"You think yourself above me human?" he growled, grabbing her neck and squeezing. His other hand moved lower, running his claws over her belly. "I would tear out your unborn now if I didn't want to see the look on Redfang's face. You think yourself strong now but you will come to beg the Spartans for mercy. I look forward to it." Pulling away he performed one last cruelty. Grabbing her hips he pulled himself back, forcing his still-knotted cock to pull against her. It was painful even for him but he was almost desperate to get a rise out of her, finally pulling free with a sickening pop! A small torrent of cum leaked down from her open pussy, still stretched from the abuse, as she fell back against the wall with her full weight not on her wrists.

Giving her one last look of loathing Sunrender retreated from her cell, opening the unlocked door and slamming it behind him. Taking the keys made sure it was locked before hanging the ring of keys back up over the only exit. They not hung jut above the doorway, out of arms reach from the cell.
 

"...Think?" Her head shook no in determination. "I know!" She hissed, panting and breathing heavily. A shiver trailed down her body as his claws moved along her stomach. A few more stray tears fell down her face as he forced himself out, crying out in agony. At the same time, it got her feeling rather ... proud. She had gotten him pissed off enough to stop sooner, knowing he had definitely not been done. With the next parts, however, she wasn't quite sure how to feel. She was relieved ... and pissed as he took the keys!

Waiting for him to be out of earshot, she hissed angrily, "FUCK!" Her trembling left wrist slid out. Biting down on her lip as her head rested against her cell, she began pulling and twisting her right. It wouldn't be pleasant ... but if that also needed to sprain, if not break, she'd go for it. Staying here, regardless, would definitely spell out death; something she wasn't quite ready for. The closer she felt herself get, the harder she bit down to keep herself from hinting she was in the midst of her own escape.

Even during the pulling and twisting though, she had to contemplate the possibility Redfang may not be at the same camp and if so ... where to head instead. Even if Verona had been rebuilt, it would also be too far away. Maybe, however, a few things would have been still there ... hopefully. At least enough basic supplies. Gazing around the cell, she looked preferably for a cot .... a way to make a lasso of sorts to grab the ring of keys. That would be the easiest way to go about this.
 
With her being chained to the wall there was little need for a cot. Her captors had fully intended for her to hang against the wall, naked and cold, throughout the night. However her hope for a lasso was soon answered as the chain, now no longer attached around her left wrist, slid easily though the ring that suspended it. It tumbled to the floor, still attached to her right wrist, providing her with a makeshift rope. Though heavy and loud, it may be the edge she needed. Her right wrist could now easily be sprained and pulled free with her new position, her arm flaring up in pain from the new abuse. She would have to be careful using that technique, the danger of permanently damaging her arms (and thus her ability to use a bow) a very real threat.

There was still a ray of hope throughout it all though, even through the pain. The slight feel of moment inside of her, a soft kick within her womb.
 

Her right quickly grabbed it to avoid all of the chain hitting the floor, all but alarming the Spartans things were about to turn for the worse. Both her hands were trembling, her left a bit more, as she walked up to the door. Beginning to toss the chain towards the ring, she looked down as she felt the kick. She couldn't help herself; soft sobs left. Thank you, Juno .... The sign they - or at least one - was still there had direly increased her morale, hope, and incentive to get out. Rubbing her stomach, she whispered softly, "I'm sorry ... we're getting out, I swear." Wiping her tears away with the back of her right hand, she exhaled as she stared at the ring. There would only be one real shot .... so this would have to count. Tossing it forward, she kept her eyes at her destination, anxiously waiting to see if they would latch on.
 
As if guided by Diana herself the chain sailed true, hitting the rings of keys from its perch. It seemed however that fate was very fickle, the chain not latching onto the keys as hoped. She could only watch as the keys fell to the stone floor and rang out with a sharp pitch. Her chain did land atop them however and could easily drag her only hope of freedom towards her.

From the sound of things she didn't have much time. From outside the doorway the heavy footprints of a Spartan were making there way down. From the sound of it there was only one, unarmored, but most likely armed. He sounded as if he was no rush but she would have to move quickly if she were to succeed. She had tie to act but within several minutes the hulking brute, his face badly scared and a sinister-looking whip in his hand, pushed open the door to her dungeon.
 

... NO! Between the footsteps and the operation having gone less smooth, she wasn't overly content at the moment. The rushed pregnancy was also most definitely not helping. Her head quickly shook as she went on and pulled the keys towards her. Get a grip! Focus! Once the ring made contact with her fingers, she gazed up ... in time to meet a Spartan. But what seemed most out of place wasn't the fact he wasn't wearing armor, but the apparent weapon of choice; a whip. Her left arm shakily covered her stomach as she stood back once the door opened.
 
His eyes widened at the sight of his prisoner out of her chains, the keys to the cell in her hand. What first began as shock soon twisted into a grin though there was very little mirth behind it. "Seems that animal didn't leave you as beaten as he thought," he spoke to her, his Spartan accent very familiar to her ears. "And what exactly are you planning girl? Getting yourself out of there, overpowering the hundreds in the fort, and riding back to that lycan lover of yours?" He spat on the ground, sneering at the mention of it. "Filthy whore. To think the commander of Spartans would give herself to beasts." He squeezed his whip with both hands, tightening the leather as he twisted it. "I will enjoy making you talk."

He caught her gaze and held up his whip. "Eying this are we? Few appreciate the power of a good whip. Many of my fellows think it is not even worthy of the title of a 'weapon'. In this, I agree, but for different reasons." He looked back at her, his eyes drifting to her stomach. "I think of it as a tool, one that if used correctly can break even the sturdiest of backs."

He stepped towards her cell, holding out one hand towards her while the other gripped the whip tightly. "Give me the keys girl, and perhaps I will refrain from hurting your belly."
 

"Hmph, he's no better than me; not in status anyways. Intelligence, however ...." She merely let her sentence trail off, her own smirk crossing. Her feet had tensed to step back, but stopped even before his offer. The door was open ... she saw an opportunity and damnit she would use it. She would use any and everything possible, she would not fall! Simultaneously, she wouldn't answer either. Unfortunately for the Spartan, she had no intentions of remaining even with the 'maybe' lingering in the air at the suggestion of handing the keys over.

With a weak shrug, she walked up. "Alright, alright ..." Laying the keys in his hand, she then pulled him -- right against the bars. The lack of armor made it easier for his actual skin to make contact. Now with almost nothing to protect his body - or worse - head from repeatedly hitting the metal, she would keep making him impact with the unforgiving steel. Only when he would be incapacitated well enough would she cease. Even if it was only her cape, she would quickly look for any of her positions. But with or without any of them ... she would run! The only things she would definitely leave behind were the groggy - if not close to dead - guard, the keys, and his whip.
 
As she handed him the keys he smirked at her, an expression she had seen many times: a male believing he had beaten the weak female, eager to put her back into her place. This time however it was followed by a look of panic as the face was rammed hard into the metal bars of her cage. He tried to cry out for help but found it impossible as his mouth quickly filled with blood. Collapsing against the cell his body went limp, face still pressed against the bars and dripping blood down the metal shafts.

Nothing of hers was there so she was forced to run naked up the stone stairs behind the door. Climbing the circular path she soon found herself peering out a stone archway, concealed in shadow as she looked out into the interior of the fort. Along the wall she could see the dark figures of Spartans moving though they did not seem to notice her. What else grabbed her attention was the skins hung from the walls like banners. Lycan fur...the Spartans had skinned the creatures they had killed and now used them to decorate their fort. This sight of one nearby, the brown tail hanging in the wind, revealed that many where ones she had led.

But the biggest difficult lay in just a few yards ahead of her. Two Spartans, armored with swords and shields ready, sat by a fire talking of the last battle. It would have been nearly impossible for her to escape their notice for long until the fluttering of wings suddenly caught her attention. A shadowy figure of a large bird...no, a falcon, sat perched nearby. The silver prize it held glinted in the moonlight, her bow and quiver delivered to her by providence.
 

A frown crossed her as she found the furs; especially that of Browntail's. Her eyes closed as a soft sigh left her lips. .. Forgive me ... A shaky right hand grasped around the fur, carefully trying to pull it down. It would be highly preferred, but not necessary. Regardless of whether she pulled it down or not, her gaze went to in front of her. Her heart, once again, sank for a bit. She knew it would be difficult to escape a fort of Spartans ... but she hadn't imagined it prior till now. Her body began to tremble in fear ... until she looked and saw something that quickly helped her regain some hope.

Pulling the furs over (assuming she got them), she set her quiver upon her back, grasping her bow. Mouthing the words 'Thank you', she then looked over towards the Spartans. It would be annoying to target both so fast ... but an idea came to her. Notching only two, she pulled back on both arrows. Her left hand trembled as she forced it to keep a firm enough grip upon her weapon but she forced it to stay steady enough. She let one arrow fly loose then the other; both aimed to go through the nape of their necks; one of the few unprotected places that would kill them easy enough.

If she could get past them ... towards the stables or some faster mode of transportation aside from foot ... she could do this! Not looking back to see if both had got hit or not, she ran off. Grabbing two more arrows, she kept her bow at the ready, trying direly to keep her body as stable as possible. She was horrified .... but with escape seeming closer and closer, she was feeling her fears slowly begin to fade.
 
Browntail's fur fell from the wall easily enough. The Spartan's had not taken the time to fasten it securely to the wall for why would they waste time showing care for an enemies corpse? The brown and black fur was warm against her skin and protected her from the slight shill in the air. If nothing else Browntail could still look out for her that way.

As her arrows flew silently from the air one Spartan warrior turned his eyes in her direction. They widened in shock for only a moment as the weapon pierced its target, both men staggering back and clutching at their necks. Within seconds they were dead, mouths agape in a silent scream that did nothing to alarm the others. No sigh of anyone on the wall noticing their fallen comrades was made out. After all they had already fought back the lycans. Why should they fear an attack from inside?

The stables were easy enough to find with several powerful, fast warhorses being kept. The animals didn't react to her presence or panic at her touch. Her years in Sparta meant she knew how to handle any of these beasts and they recognized this. Across the way she could make out the southern gate, still damaged from the fire with men working repairs around it. It was open to her and could be escaped but the Spartans would surely see her.

A sudden cry got her attention as the stable master appeared from around a corner. The man dropped the bucket he was carrying spilling feed around his feet as he raised the shovel he was carrying towards her, crying out in alarm.
 

A stern glare crossed her eyes as she glanced down at the stable master. "Move!" She hissed. Not even waiting for him to do that, she kicked at the sides of the horse. It'd hurt so badly to force her arms and hands - left especially - to have moved. But she needed to try in order to begin to get back to Redfang; or at least out of here safe enough. And without another word, she was off .... off .... and now riding away. She wouldn't do so, however, as easily as she would have liked due to a few things.

Aside from the injuries, another major one was her lack of armor. She wouldn't focus on attacking back; only defending herself. Somewhat reluctantly, she put her arrows back in her quiver, holding firmly onto the saddle with her right hand. Next was her longbow. She would rather try to dodge any future arrows or slashes at her than risk falling off. Trying to maintain a grip on her bow would have all but assured her she would definitely wind back in the fort as quickly as - if not more so - she had gotten out of it. And she had no intentions of going back in; not on her own will.

Though Spartans were skilled in battle, she doubted the same would apply in the hunting department. Not enough, at least, to track her like Redfang would surely have been able to do. Giving another kick as she approached the Southern gates, her head lowered as she mentally prepared herself for sounds and hints of another chase. With the fact it was, however, against a race that wasn't usually made for hunting like Lycans ... maybe that alone would give her a bit of an edge. That plus another hopeful fact that few, if any, had already been on a horse. They would have to run to the stables themselves, ensure they had at least a weapon if not armor, and try to catch up.

All of these factors plus a few more she wasn't letting dominate her mind at the moment fueled her on. Never once did she dare look back. The last things she wanted to see were anyone - Sunrender especially - following behind her. In fact, the biggest worry was said Lycan really. It had been him who'd gotten her in this fort to begin with; she had few doubts he could be the fastest way to get her back. That or any of the legendary heroes ... though the latter was very unlikely. But it wasn't impossible ... she would keep all possibilities open. Ignoring the pain in her left hand for now, she continued glancing ahead, remembering the way she had marched away from the main camp and now intending to get there, one way or another.
 
Screams of alarm from the Spartans rang in her ears as she galloped through the gate. Several spears dug into the earth by her horse's feet as as made her way through the field and a small swarm of arrows fell around her. A flash of pain rose in her left arm as one imbedded itself above the elbow, her adrenaline pumping quickly enough to dose the pain. With her own head start, knowledge of the land, and perhaps divine intervention she seemed to outpace any riders.

Crossing the hills and fields the morning sun soon made its appearance, shining over the familiar territory as she retraced her path back to what was hopefully the campsite. A flash of white on the nearby hill suddenly caught her eye, a large figure making its way towards her quickly. He had been using the sun to block her sight of him and quickly gaining an advantage. Coming from such a direction would make aiming difficult, let alone with her arm the way it was, and soon enough the figure was close enough for her to make him out.

Sunrender.
 

An infuriated wince left as she felt the spear land a bit above her elbow. She supposed if it had to hit a mark, though, it would be more merciful to attach in the arm that had already been wounded. Forcing her left to take over and grab the saddle, a cry left as she yanked the weapon out, panting heavily. Sure enough, none had been prepared well enough. A sigh of relief left, her head lowering for a few moments. All she needed to do was finish riding back to the main camp ... get back to Redfang.

Still grasping the spear in her right hand, she bit on her lip as a figure began to come to her eyes. She was going too fast to make the horse stop. A loud scream left as she got close enough to recognize the shape. "URGH! GO THE HELL AWAY!" She hissed. Keeping the spear held, she pulled up on the reigns. Rather than going around the Lycan, she would have the horse go over him; a maneuver she doubted he would have seen coming. Once she could get over him ... and get back to the camp .... this could end. She very highly doubted he could take on Redfang, even if he was still wounded. He had earned his place as Alpha of the pack; and Celeste had seen more than enough times why he was dubbed his position.

But gods help her she would not go back to that fort! Definitely not when she was too close to getting back to Redfang and had gotten hints that her unborns were alive and well.
 
Sunrender's eye widened in alarm as she pushed her horse forward. Her bold maneuver had caught him by surprise and he nearly doubled back as the warhorse surged forward and jumped over him. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the a large black shadow covered him and for one brief moment it looked as though she would escape. But she had made one fatal error, one you should never make when dealing with a wolf. Sunrender's flexed his claws, blood-lust welling up in his eyes as he struck up in the air.

You never reveal your belly to a predator.

His claws struck home and dug deep. A shower of blood coated the white wolf, dying his pale fur red and blinding him for the moment. The horse let out a cry and hit the ground hard, its back legs hitting Sunrender in the face and sending the lycan sprawling out. With its fatal injury the horse's legs gave out from underneath it and threw Celeste off, her body tumbling on the ground several yards away from where the horse began entering its death throws.

From behind it Sunrender was just getting up from the ground, covered in blood and sporting a vicious wound on his face. He eyed her with contempt, slowly stalking her around the thrashing animal.
 

It hadn't been until after Celeste had made the horse make it's move that she supposed her idea would have worked; save for that one fact. With one arm still working, it had been easy enough to toss her off. Forcing her left hand to keep her stomach safe as she rolled, her right hand grasped the javelin in determination. A low groan left as her head glanced up. Slowly, but very surely, she stood up on her feet.

Normally, she would laugh - even at herself - for resorting to a weapon like a javelin. But the Spartans had proven they made these deadlier than usual against the Lycans. And some defense was most definitely better than none at all. Maybe if the alchemists hadn't made her progress further in her pregnancy, she could run faster. But with that not being the case, she wouldn't be able to make a gap between herself and Sunrender and notch arrows quick enough. One mistake Celeste would never make, however, was turning her back to Sunrender.

Using peripheral vision to aid her out, she tried to gaze how close - or far - she had been from the old camp. Maybe if she could lead Sunrender to Redfang ... giving a nod to herself, she began stepping away and resuming making her way towards her destination. All the while, though, she never let her eyes leave the Lycan; if she had to blink, she did so quickly. Her right hand firmly kept the javelin in front of her, doing any and everything she could to prevent too much more damage coming to her body. That alone was already reaching limits she had never believed possible to press her luck with; not till now. Even if Amica ever got to try to heal her left hand; it may be beyond repair. It frightened her from the mere thought; but it was a possibility she had planned for after making her escape from the fort.
 
Sunrender knew he had to work quickly as they had gotten far to close to the lycan camps for his liking. His disgust with working with a human civilization was justified now it seems as he watched Celeste making a hasty retreat from him. The Spartans prided themselves with being a warrior culture but could not contain a helpless female?! Redfang had been right when he had called them weak but Sunrender would not be denied. It was just a matter of taking his prey, killing her, and hiding the body before Redfang became aware they were in his territory. The plan could still work.

He moved in on her as she was forced into the forest, the quickest path towards their camp. He moved in and out of her line of sight forcing her to continually change direction in order to keep her vision on him. Soon he was nipping at her heels, snarling every time she used her weapon against him. But prey couldn't run forever and in one quick movement he was upon her, her javalin knocked to the side and his heavy weight pressing down on her. The coat of Browntail cushioned the blow but Sunrender made it all the worse by pressing against her injuries.

"Human bitch!" he snarled in her face. "I knew I should have killed you when I had the chance!" He looked down at the bump from her young, eyes tinged with madness. "At least now I have the privilege of ripping out your young myself!"

The woods suddenly grew very quite around them. No birds. Animals. Not even insects chirping. The utter silence caught Sunrender's attention and he looked up in shock, suddenly smelling what the blood dripping from his body had hidden. All around them lycans were circling, watching the pair with hunters eyes. At the head of them all Redfang stood on his hind legs, a calm fury burning in his gaze.

"Tell me again," Redfang spoke. "About what you planned for my young."

Sunrender looked around desperately, his attention taken completely off Celeste for the moment and giving her arms far more freedom than her should have.
 

Gasps and whimpers left as fangs barely missed Celeste's heels. Her eyes closed at his snarls but she kept silent. Her trembling left hand remained firmly in front of her stomach, not caring how much it hurt. Her head shook no in firm determination. "No you won't! I'd gladly take their place instead!" And she was almost ready to do just that ... until the silence made her own eyes open.

"...Redfang!" Never before now had Celeste ever believed she'd dare exclaim the name in a joyous manner. Noting out of the corner of her eyes Sunrender was as distracted as she had been, a bit more even, she didn't dare waste the opportunity. Her right hand grasped the javelin as she thrust it for his chest; sternum to be more exact. "That is for murdering Browntail, traitor!" She hissed angrily, crying out in pain as she forced herself on her feet.

Not caring if it hit in the exact spot or not, she took advantage of one thing that had definitely been given to her. His weight had not been on her anymore. Using that alone, she hid herself behind Redfang, silent tears falling down her face. Finally, she allowed her left hand to hang by her side, allowing it the chance to try to recover. She had no idea if it was too late for that; but right now, the fact she had been able to keep whatever children she was still carrying alive was keeping her hopes high enough. Not as much as they could be; but for the first time in a while, it was better than her attitude had been.
 
Sunrender let out a pained yelp as her javalin hit home skewering the lycan by several inches. It was a testament to her strength as a warrior how far she was able to pierce him in her injured state. Sunrender could do nothing but stagger backwards as she escaped his hold while the rest of the pack closed in on him.

Redfang slid one arm over her protectively but did not embrace her. This was not the time for such things. He looked over her body, taking in every injury and hardship she had suffered, his gaze growing more and more heated. Finally he turned back to Sunrender and began approaching him with a calm fury the likes of which he hadn't displayed before. Sunrender got to his feet just in time, pulling out the javelin and releasing a small river of blood from his chest.

"Ug...Redfang...!" He stuttered. "You...do not...!"

Redfang didn't let him finish that sentence. Lunging at the wolf he tore into the traitors neck, Sunrender fighting back as best he could but doing little else but superficial injury to the pack leader. The others wolves sat and watched, none looking away as Redfang ripped a huge chunk of meat from Sunrender's throat. The pale wolf chocked out a pained whine, blood erupting from his jaws as he slumped forward on the ground. He did not get up again.

Spitting out the foul flesh of a traitor Redfang knelt down and grabbed the corpse by the tail, dragging it back to where Celeste stood waiting. Lifting it in the air he dropped it at her feet, presenting the corpse to her and all who were witnissing. This was what happened to traitors. This is what happened to those that dare threaten what belongs to Redfang. Clawed hands reached out to her as Redfang finally took the time to hold her, bending down putting his large paw-like hand over her stomach. His eyes looked into hers in confusion, knowing that such a thing should be impossible.
 
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