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"Dad please! You can use any hand you need if we're going to win," I begged my father. He and the other wolves plan to leave in less than an hour.

"No Sylva. You are still too young. I don't want to risk your life." He replied in a stern voice.

It may be that I'm still young, at 13, but I'm still a great fighter. After all, that's what you have to be out here. I recently learned how to transform myself.

"Please Dad." I continued to plead.

"No!" he replied. "Jaxon?" he suddenly called for my 7 years older brother.

It only took a few seconds for the auburn haired man to stand in front of us, looking at us questioningly through his dark green eyes.

"Yes?" he finally asked, addressing my father.

"I know you're a good fighter, son. But I want you to look after your sister here in case something happens."

"Of course father," Jaxon replied like a loyal underling while I stood by in shock. I didn't even want to imagine what it would be like if something went wrong. What if I never see my father again? I want to come with you!

"Should I not return, you are in charge," my father continued, still turning to Jaxon.

"WHAT? NO!" I babbled excitedly. How I hated it when my father talked like that. Of course, there is always a risk when you live out here as a packless person. But that doesn't necessarily mean that you have to assume the worst case scenario.

I untied my hair tie from my arm and began tying my long, straight auburn hair into a high ponytail to signal that I was ready to fight.

"I'll come with you dad. You know I'm an excellent fighter."

"NO!" My father's voice sounded much more frightening this time, so I gave up asking further.

But instead of fully retracting my cock, I approached my father again to give him a hug like it was our last. I had no idea that it was really the last one.

When I pulled away, he turned and transformed into his large silver wolf with yellow eyes.

While in human form he had the same dark green eyes as my brother, the yellow eyes in wolf form are characteristic of outcasts. My brother and I didn't have these as we've never been disfellowshipped from a pack. After all, we were born out here. I don't know why my father was expelled. He never told us that.

On the run from pack wolves, he met my mother 21 years ago. She was also an outcast. Although she and my father were not soul mates, he made her his mate. They started a family on the constant flight. My family.

10 years ago, three years after I was born, she was finally caught by some pack. Unfortunately, I don't know if they killed her. Only my brother, my father and I remained.

However, that was when my father decided to form his own pack with other packless ones. The purpose of this would be that we would finally no longer be considered outlaws for other wolves and could start a quieter life.

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In the meantime it was getting dark. My father and the rest of the 'pack' had been gone for hours. hours of uncertainty.

My brother Jaxon and I sat together around a fire that we built here at our camp. Actually, our camp here was quite nice. Only a few meters further was a water point with a small waterfall. Next to this waterfall was an old stone wall overgrown with plants. At the moment this was the best option for accommodation. Because it was big enough to fit all of us there, even if we had to share rooms. Even an old dungeon had it. But this was pretty uncomfortable. Because of the water hole in the immediate vicinity, it was damp and musty down there. So not a nice place.

Suddenly, a familiar smell hit my nostrils.

It was the smell of the other wolves of our self-proclaimed pack mixed with blood. And that wasn't a little. I could also smell the smells of other wolves I didn't know.

"They're back." Hopeful, I jumped off the log we were sitting on and rushed towards the crowd. My brother did the same and together we reached the other wolves.

I was shocked to find out that of the almost 50 packless wolves that went with me, only less than half came back.

My heart immediately started pounding as my eyes searched the crowd for my father. But no matter where I looked, I couldn't see him anywhere.

The returnees were all covered in blood and were carrying some wounded wolves. Some looked more dead than alive.

"Where's my father?" I asked, addressing the crowd. But no one answered. Only a few exhausted glances went my way, but they again looked away indifferently.

"Where-?" I wanted to start again, but Jaxon cut me off by putting a hand on my shoulder. When I turned to him, he just shook his head.

I guess that meant Dad was dead now, too. Jaxon would take the lead starting today.

- 5 years later -

"I give up," wailed the pathetic male creature who calls himself a wolf while I had him in a headlock. Such a weakling. otherwise they won't survive long out here.

"Please! Let go!" he croaked.

"Weak" was the only thing I could say before finally granting his wish and letting him go.

It may be that I was the youngest and smallest here, at 1.61 m, but I still crushed everyone else. Even my own brother could hardly keep up with me.

I proudly rose from my previous position and brushed my hands off.

"It's my turn," said a voice behind me. It was the voice of my brother's best friend. How I love him...not.

"You know I'm going to piss you off, Devin." I laughed at the redhead and turned to him. But he just grinned and transformed into his big fox-colored wolf.

"That's not fair. My wolf is a felt meter shorter than yours." I whined, now that I understood the direction this fight was going.

“We wolves fight almost exclusively in wolf form. If you want to be a warrior, you should learn how to do it," he shared with me via Mindlink.

Good. If he wants it that way. I may have been small. But I was quick and agile. I'd crush him somehow, even if I've never done it before.

"You still won't be able to defeat me," I still boasted before I jumped and transformed. My bones cracked and my physique changed until I finally stood on 4 paws in front of Devin.

My silver wolf now faced the big red and we growled at each other, not ready to launch the first attack. Instead, we circled each other and waited for the other to attack.

And then the wolf in front of me would lose his patience. He rushed towards me and tried to grab me, but I quickly dodged him and banged my head in his side.

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to bother him. Unfortunately, as a female wolf, I often underestimate my powers. It is not common for female wolves to want to be warriors, as they are naturally smaller and weaker than males. I find that quite unfair.

Devin didn't flinch a bit but took the chance to grab my back paw. A strong jerk was enough for me to lose my balance and land on the ground. Devin stood over me and put his snout way too close to mine.

"Won, princess," he growled.

"Down!" I growled back. But instead of going down, he licked my head with his tongue.

"You women shouldn't fight. You should raise offspring," he said through the mindlink again, which pissed me off.

"Devin!" I warned him, but he didn't stop.

"When are you going to decide to be my mate? You could have carried our first puppies long ago."

"Get down you creep!" I tried to move out from under him, but he pinned me in place with his giant wolf claws.

"Get off her." This time it was my brother who spoke up. Devin, of course, listened to him. After all, Jaxon is the alpha of our outcast pack. Even if he's not a real alpha, Devin couldn't help but growl .

As soon as Devin released me, I freed myself from under him and stood up, only to transform into my human form shortly thereafter.

Devin did the same and was soon standing naked next to Jaxon. He eyed my naked body, which I shouldn't really care about, after all we werewolves are often naked. But Devin was licking his lips turned on while staring at my breasts, making me uncomfortable and trying to cover my most intimate parts with his hands.

"Don't do it," my brother said, clearly annoyed. He punched him in the shoulder as a warning.

"Oh come on. As a rogue, you have a pretty low chance of finding your mate. We should breed, but we don't have enough of the female kind here." Devin protested against my brother.

He wasn't wrong. Female outcasts are quite rare. In our pack we only have 5 if you include me. That's probably because females are just smarter and not stupid enough to break their pack laws. But that's just a guess. I don't know why this is actually the case. I really can't help it that I was born a packless person.

"I know," my brother began, glancing over at me as he considered. "You may have them on the next full moon, but before that you must speak to the rest of our pack in case anyone else wishes to claim them . Then you have to fight for her."

What? Did I just mishear? Did my brother really just say that? While I know we women are treated like fair game out here, I didn't expect my big brother to do that to me.

"Asshole," I hissed at my brother before making my way inside, into the old building.

He can't just feed me to the dogs. Why do I have to live as an outcast? I never did anything wrong.

I don't want to be Devin's fuck object to produce puppies with. I'm young and I want to live. I would also like to get to know my mate. He's waiting for me somewhere out there...