It took every ounce of control she had left to not shrink away from his hands. With one balled up into her fur and flesh, the other ran over her muzzle after stroking her with something she would have once called kindness. But there was none of that here. He mocked her with his hands, proving that he was the stronger of the two, driving home the point that she was weak with soft caresses while the fist at her neck reminded her of the pain he’d inflict if she didn’t obey.<br/><br/>He pressed his forehead to hers, almost in the way she had done to her father. His breath was heavy with her father’s scent, but she knew she held no ground here. He was speaking to her in a language the wolf knew all too well and asserting dominance in ways she couldn’t deny.<br/><br/>And she hated him for it. He wasn’t one of her kind and she wasn’t his to control. Yet, when he flipped her exhausted body onto its back, his hand around her throat painfully - she knew she had no other possible choice. Her world, and everything she loved, burned around them. On her back, under his power, she relented once more. Slowly, her dark, red tinted tail slid up between her legs to lay across her pale belly.<br/><br/>Her eyes never left his and stood as her last show of her rage. She told herself she’d fight till the end, but the red wolf simply didn’t have it in her. Small and nimble she may have been, but not nearly as strong. He should have killed her and instead he toyed with her. That knowledge did nothing to quell both her anger nor her fear.<br/><br/>The rumble in her throat, just under his grip slowly ceased, giving way to her conquered silence. The voices around them were a dull roar under the crackle of fire and the thundering of her own heartbeat.<br/><br/>His deep baritone vibrated through her and his demand shook her to the core. In response, she fought against his hand, weakly but still with purpose. She wanted him to kill her. If she couldn’t taste his blood, she wanted him to spill hers. She’d follow her family into the afterlife and leave behind this cruelty. Her jaw snapped uselessly and she grumbled within her chest, a clear indication that she wasn’t going to shift for him.<br/><br/>She felt safe in this body. This was home and something that could never be taken away. He wanted to see her human form, her softness and delicate skin the wolf shared with the woman. She had seen what the others had done to the females who had thought shifting would save them. Their cocks were probably still hard with the memory. The wolf meant safety, even if he’d beat her into the ground again.