She did what Jack instructed and ate her entire meal, noticing that Jack did not appear to be ill after eating her dinner. Initially, he advised cutting the meals in half and eating half from each dish in case something was amiss or poisoned. After a while, though, both felt well.
She wasn't sure whether she could trust Jack, but she didn't have an option. Despite the fact that she ignored him, he never stopped talking to her. He was nothing but a blabbermouth. If she ignores him again, it might just be painful to her ears if he threw a fit.
There was another massive uproar one night ago. She'd always known that anyone guarding a location full of beasts, ought to be quiet and secure. So, why is there usually a rowdy commotion right outside those locked gates?
She got a queer sensation about it; all the commotion was becoming louder, and the troops were running in circles as if someone had hacked off their head. A set of men barged into her locked cell just as she was about to lie down. She became perplexed by what was occurring right now. “Put the wolf in the tub right away!” A human screamed at a group of low-ranking adolescents. They all followed her commands swiftly. Forcefully, they snatched the Wolf by the arms, dumping her into the tub.
Trying to fend off the soldiers, who were essentially drowning her, She was too frail to fend for herself due to a lack of daily ailments. Sinking her head back into the water as if signaling the soldiers she was surrendering, allowing her just enough time for one of the guards to gradually ease his grasp on her snout. She didn't waste her one and only chance. This taste. As she effortlessly tore away some human flesh inside her teeth as she lurched onto the nearest hand she can seize. For a split second, everything was vague, but she could hear the man's anguished sobs.
As she regained consciousness, she noticed that the pure, lucid water had become tainted with the blood of the young guy who had been bawling next to her. His hand was conspicuously detached from his body. She'd bitten it clean off and was holding his drenched hand in her teeth.
Drop by drop. It was quite a nice rich crimson hue that flowed out of her mouth. It invaded the tub water as though to proclaim it will have no empathy for any who gets in its way. She lingered in the crimson water. Glancing at the horrified guards, and without breaking contact. One gulp devoured his entire hand at ease.
As in cue, the lady guard returned to the cell, covered in blood that wasn't hers. The foul odor of blood was potent and canceled out the recent masked smell, the guards used. It was enough for the wolf to see her and hastily avoid the edge of her scythe as the lady decapitated the head of the injured guard. His head flopped, sinking into the tub. The wolf immediately leaped out, from the terror this lady randomly had.
“If you don't want to end up like your friend Sil here, I suggest that you do what you were told.”
They were all thinking to themselves. She used to be calm and collected, but as everyone can see, the smell of blood radically altered her personality. Fearing her even more, the men jumped forward and engulfed the beast's head in the now bloodied water.
“Jack! Please, Jack!” Cough. Cough. “Please help me.” She cried out as she struggled to breathe. She had a startling realization. Why did they want her in the water, she questioned, just as she swung the man squatting on top of her out of her way? She had never used magic before. She didn't have a second heart to unleash any kind of magic. So knowing anything about it was pointless till today.
The wolf turned to face the lady, the head watchman of this place. “You. You charmed the wooden tub in order to cut my pregnancy short. Didn’t you!?” The watchman didn’t respond in words to what the wolf has accused her of, but it was clear as her expression slowly shifted to a sinister smile. That pure soft yellow pale skin was covered in this stretched-out leather texture of wrinkles. She can resemble a hornless demon if she didn’t have her raven hair in a bun. She was the real monster in this dungeon.
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A searing sensation consumed her entire body, and she had no choice but to let go of the young men who were holding her down without hesitation. Clamping onto the tub's edge. Her nails dug into the crevices of the wooden framework. This enchantment was hastily created for this day, endangering both her body and the baby's health. Just by looking at how much agony she's in right now. She tried to regulate her breathing, but each inhale, the intense agony in her body intensifies as if it were purposefully stabbing her more and more.
The wolf begged out in pain. The fatigued men turned to look at the wolf, who was doing her best to pull her sh*t together, and wearily questioned one another about whom this Jack was she was referring to. “Ignore her, you moron. She's completely irrational at this point. I wouldn't be surprised if she runs into a wall. Given that this spell was intended to incapacitate her and hasten her pregnancy.”
Exhausted, the men grasped their wounds caused by the wolf. It was gradually irritating their body. When one of them caught the attention of the others about his wound, the others looked at their own. They couldn't believe their eyes.
They were witnessing the healing process of the deep scrapes and bruises right in front of their eyes. While they were lucky with just a modest splash of tub water, one or two men who leaped into the water with the wolf were not. They dropped to the floor, grabbing their neck and chest, much like the wolf. They couldn’t seem to move at all.
“This isn’t some fairy tale. Get to work, start by throwing those dead or dying in the furnace. We need to make sure the rest of the captured beast eats tonight. And go outside and aid your crew!” The indignant watchman looked down at the wolf. A loud clanging reverberates across the room. She'd thrown her weapon on the ground. Marching forward, she started stomping at the wolf, lifting her leg, she paused and slammed all of her weight with the heel of her foot into the wolf's tail with a shear force.
Unable to let out a cry, the wolf dare not to move in the fetal position and held her stance. After a while, she composed herself, walking back towards the entrance of the cell. The remaining stun guards trailed past the head watchman as she stepped out of the dungeon with her scythe in hand.
The guard stalled, hesitating for a bit. Wonder if what she's doing will be enough to please her master. She yanked on the somewhat helpful person, forcing him close to her face. “You will make certain the midwives arrive safely. You can't afford to make any mistakes tonight.” Just as she issued her second command, The discolored soldier dashed through the courtyards, attempting to get as far away from the head watchman as possible.
Left alone, the wolf wondered what happened to Jack. In now worsen pain, the wolf sensed some power being fostered from her chest, she wasn’t sure what was transpiring as this thing was something entirely new to her. When she cried out, a howled echoed all around her cage, loud enough to arouse the other imprisoned beast's instinct to attack and want to defend her. This kind of power is one that a lone beast gains over time as a precaution if ever facing life or death situations. It alters the environment and, on rare occasions, the hormones of beasts of lower or equal rank to the wolf. Nobody, not even the wolf, expected this to happen. Each howling cry made the beast lose a few of its senses. (Although it only lasts a few hours, it makes an imprint upon each beast who hears her defensive howls. Most beasts adhere to the age-old ideal of following a strong leader. This wolf matched the description of many beasts near the border, as well as in the confined cells.)
She now realized the tub and the head guard had to have been under the order of the human king. Then the commotion over the last several nights must have been caused by the beast from the border. She didn’t notice at the time that she gained a powerful ability that day. They must have arrived at some point to save her and the others.
A peace treaty was violated by the king himself. That much she was aware of. He was to never go near any beast boundary or his guards without first informing the beast king. She wanted to be upset right now, they took their time, but she was too preoccupied with this unfathomable suffering.
She went right to her hands and knees, letting her tummy hang, as she exhaled deeply, she witnessed her belly swelling at an alarming rate. That spell was causing her skin to slowly observe the magic. She can feel her little one growing inside. Every kick, every movement the pup made, she knew how much it was getting tormented, in such a way as the wolf was. She had no energy to crawl away after falling to the ground. They were compelled to put up with it for as long as they could.
She wasn't expecting this kind of inhumane torture. She did not want to be separated from her child so soon. Why was it so crucial for it to be today?