She noticed the effect she had on him and it turned her stomach to think of such things. She could still feel his fingers between her thighs and how they all stared at her, licking their lips, while he held her open to reveal her pink sex to their needy gazes. The axe belonged wedged into his body, spilling his blood just as he had done to her family. Just as they all had. Try as she might, the handle slipped from her grip each time, hardly shifting the dirt it stood in. Revenge receded further and further from her sight each time.<br/><br/>When he stood, she froze, her focus on his feet and how many steps it took for him to reach her. She wanted to shift, to find solace in the wolf’s fur and safety within the stronger, more resilient frame. Eithne didn’t want to cower from him, but he’d already proven to hold the upper hand. She made her sorry attempt at standing firm, but only landed on the cheeks he’d spread moments earlier.<br/><br/>Her bright gaze was fixated on the weapon he now had in hand, certain that it’s new place would be found soon enough. He swung the wedge towards her, stopping just at her throat. She didn’t dare move, having no intention of finding out what the axe’s bite felt like. Deep, horrified breaths heaved through her chest as her hands once more held onto the earth for balance. The cold metal touched her chin and obediently she let it shift her attention from the weapon back to the man who wielded it.<br/><br/>The words he spoke wrenched her gut, exasperated her failure and mocked her inability to defend herself or seek revenge for her slaughter family. Her father and mother, brothers, sisters, each vibrant light was left to christen the earth with their blood - and yet she was being denied her own martyrdom. She grit her teeth, fighting back more tears and more fury, knowing they were all useless now. He had won, used her human form against her and beaten the wolf into submission.<br/><br/>Her green eyes slid shut, and she sought forgiveness from those who had gone before her for what she was about to do. Because what other choice did she have? Her cheek stung from the metal slap and she turned her head slightly to the side, tears slipping down reddened cheeks. She tucked her knees to her chest and turned her face towards him once more.<br/><br/>“I am Varga… your wolf.”