It was rage that held her now. Her pack had fallen in death, raped and murdered and blotted out from existence. The weight of loneliness could not penetrate the sheer size of her fury though.<br/><br/>His hand made contact with her hind legs, force enough to bruise and elicit a high-pitched yelp from behind her snarls. Her jaw snapped, missing his arm as she tumbled to the hard earth, flailing as ribs hit first. She hardly had a chance to regain her feet before he was on her, pinning her to the dirt with a hand around her muzzle. She squirmed, ears flat to her head and eyes wild with fury and fear. Bright green rings flashed in the fire light, burning with anger she couldn’t possibly control.<br/><br/>Hind feet caught the ground, but under his strength, she was pinned at the neck and left making futile attempts to pull herself free from his crushing grip. His words sent chills across her body and in response she snarled at him through locked teeth, showing him the massive canines that she wanted so desperately to bury in his flesh.<br/><br/>And then he let go. For a split second she scrambled to get away, only to be met by a heavy fist to the side of her skull. Her world shook, vision blurred and his grip clenched around her neck once more. Again, he let go as her eyes refocused on his bloody face. She lifted her head, his fist making contact before she could even attempt to dodge. She sound that left her chest was half whimper, half growl and something she’d never heard before. The men around them laughed and she fought against the hand pinning her down, snapping at him as if she’d miraculously get him within her jaws.<br/><br/>Again and again, she fought him every time he held her down, his fingers digging into her neck. Each time he came closer to crushing her airway and each time she grew more exhausted. Minutes passed, his patience far more resilient than she was.<br/><br/><i>“We’re the same, red wolf. No father. But you’re weaker than me, so your life is going to be different.”</i><br/><br/>Defeat flooded over her. The red wolf lay beaten into the dirt, her skull pounding from the effects of his fist. Each breath heaved through her chest, lungs angry over her efforts and lack of reward. While her hatred for the tall man raged on, her fury lived on as well, but defeat had left her motionless. She submitted to his hands, momentarily convinced that there was no escape. And if she did, there was a crowd waiting and happily willing to maul her to death.<br/><br/>Her legs gave out under her as she relented. She curled her tail up along her leg, feet no longer fighting for purchase. Her lips never fell over her teeth though and remained the last sign of her fight. Bright green eyes never left his and with each breath inward, a low growl could be heard.