The Mute Runt

Storm

"Runt! Wake Up!" The current alpha of the pack that she had been sold to shouted. She sat up slowly, trying to avoid moving her ankles in order to avoid making the burns from the silver shackles worse. "A male has requested your presence, should you behave and not fight me then you will eat today".

She just nodded her head in understanding, she did not have the ability to make a sound, however she could communicate through sign language. She was so tired, a group of males had used her last night and she was still sore and covered in cuts and bruises. She had not been fed in three days now, the alpha refused to feed her if she so much as looked up from the floor. As a result she was just a skeleton with skin.

The alpha went into her cell, unlocked her ankles and dragged her to her feet. She was then escorted to a room that had a bed equipped with silver wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs. She stood there looking at the bed, waiting for instructions, when none came she lifted her head and accidentally made eye contact with the alpha. This was a mistake, he smacked her hard, sending her to the floor. He was a powerful man, standing well over six feet with pitch black eyes and steel grey hair. He was a solid two hundred pounds of muscle, her small five foot and seventy pound frame did not stand a chance against him.

He then grabbed the ties of her cloth covering and undid them. Picking her up he threw her onto the bed, he then grabbed her wrists before she could recover and cuffed them over her head. "I told you, never look at me, never look at any of us unless we tell you to. You are just a stupid runt, I have told you this, and I will tell you again. You are ours to do with what we wish. Your company should be here shortly. I will come and escort you back to your cell at the end of the day." As he was telling her this he chained her ankles down, spreading her legs wide and then put a blindfold on her. For a moment she thought that he would leave her alone until the male who had requested her came in. This hope was quickly squashed when she heard the sound of a belt being undone and clothing hitting the floor. He roughly groped her, sliding himself all over her skin, making himself hard, then violently penetrated her. If she could scream she would have, the pain was always bad. She had been told this is what s*x was for runts, that she would never know pleasure. She felt him finish then he climbed off of her, leaving her to silently cry from pain. Just before he left the room he told her the same thing he always did, “Bear a child for us, then we leave you alone. Is that truly that hard for you to do?” She heard him leave then and steeled herself for what was to come.

She was terrified, always was when she was about to "have company” that was not the alpha. The alpha was the gentlest of the men who used her for pleasure. Since she was dangerously weak from lack of food she could not fight back even if she was not chained down. Some of the men who used her cut her, some deeper than others. There were scars all over her body, some cuts were still oozing from the night before. She knew that she had broken bones, the dull ache in those bones told her that much. As a werewolf she should heal quickly, but because she was so malnourished she did not heal very well. There had been one pack that had allowed somebody to help set her bones, had allowed them to bandage her. She always wondered who had helped her, as they always did it while she was unconscious.

She had noticed a long time ago that she was different from other werewolves, not just because she was a runt that had been sold into the s*x trade. She had wings, they were a deep purple with white edging. She had never learned how to use them, it was shortly after she started to grow wings that she could recall being sold the first time. The pack that she was born into had bound her wings tightly, and the following packs kept them bound, they always hurt. She thought about that first time, when they had bound her wings. She had been sitting in her cell, all by herself, when her alpha had entered the room he had told her it was time for a check up with the doctor, she had stood up to follow him and he had noticed her wings. He had become very angry then dragged her to the doctors office. Upon arrival he had ordered the doctor to bind her wings, the doctor told the Alpha that there was no doubt that she was Haloing. The wings were proof. The Alpha then grabbed her after the doctor bound her wings and dragged her to a new cell. This one had silver wrist and ankle cuffs. “This is new your cell, I am going to explain your new purpose.” He had told her, “You are going to be used for s*x, and pleasure, until you bear children. Should you bear a child you will be left alone until you give birth. Do you understand?”

She simply nodded her head, she did not fully understand but she got the impression that she would very soon.

“Good. I want to make it very clear, you will be sold once a year. For now, the un-mated males in this pack will use you. Remember, should you end up with child you will be left alone. Also remember, s*x will always be painful for you. You are now of the age to be used for this, as your body will now allow a child. If you want to know… you are twelve years old.” With that the Alpha knocked her out as she had started to fight him.

The door of the room opened, then closed, she could hear the footsteps of whoever it was that had entered the room. The sound jarred her out of her memory. The individual circled around her, she heard clothing being removed and dropping to the floor. "Hello little runt, I know you recognize my voice. I wasn't going to come back for awhile. But, you are going to be sold to another pack by tomorrow, and I could not miss the chance to use you just one more time." She did know his voice, she started to shake in fear.

This particular male loved to beat her while he used her, often he knocked her unconscious once he was done. He did not cut her though, but he was still one of the most violent men who used her.

A fist connected with her jaw, nearly breaking it. He worked his way down, beating every inch of her body that he could. Tears ran down her face from the pain, they would not kill her. If they killed her then they could not sell her, and they didn't want to deal with something called a "Haloing Pack". She had no idea what that was, just that they are able to sense the death of shifters by unnatural means. She felt the mattress dip down and felt his weight climb on top of her. She braced herself for the pain to come and withdrew deep into herself, then pain tore through her as he brutally slammed into her. Once again if she could scream she would have, as it was her mouth opened and her throat worked to make a sound but no sound occurred. The man laughed as he thrust into her, "Awe, little runt, I am going to miss you." She squirmed trying to ease the pain, trying to find a way to get loose, "None of that, or I will beat you again." He growled. 

It felt like he took forever, the pain never ending. Silver cuffs digging into her wrists and ankles, new bruises forming as he pounded into her and beat her with his hands. She felt him finish, he then got off of her and bent down by my ear. "Goodbye little runt." He then struck her head hard enough to knock her unconscious. 

"Wake Up!". She woke up to a feminine voice in her mind, "Hey, you there? I need you to wake up." She looked around, trying to locate the individual the voice was coming from. "Hey! You are awake, I was getting concerned. I am in your head, I am your wolf. My name is Storm. What is your name?" She froze, trying to figure out if she had finally gone crazy or if she was actually hearing her wolf. 

"I do not have a name, they just call me Runt. Are you real?" She asked the voice desperately. 

"I am real, I have a question though. Why could I not wake you?" Storm sounded very confused, and concerned. 

"I was beaten into unconsciousness. I am being sold to a new pack later today." She proceeded to tell Storm everything, about her wings, about the r***s and beatings, and about being sold from pack to pack. 

"Okay, here is what is going to happen. I am going to help you escape from this life. What time do they usually do the selling?" Storm asked me.

"Generally between 9am and noon on the days they sell me. I am taken outside then knocked out, I generally wake up in a new pack and in a new cell.” She told her, confused as to how she was going help her/them get out of this life.

"I am going to help you use your power, because you have had no training it will just be raw power being used. You will need to trust me." Storm told her, she sounded grim. "It will not be pleasant, you will be drained after." 

"My power? I do not have power, just wings." She told her, very confused. 

"You have power, I can sense it. You could too if you focused, or if you could focus. Do you understand?" She asked her. 

"I understand." She told her wolf, even though she really did not.

"Good, now get some rest. I will wake you when I need you." Storm told her softly. She curled up on the floor again and drifted off to sleep. 

She woke again to the alpha grabbing her arm and lifting her up off the floor, another male unlocked the ankle cuffs and the alpha pulled her out of the cell. She stumbled beside him, the other male was walking behind the two of them. She was brought outside and the sun was harsh in eyes that were use to dim indoor lights or no light at all. She made sure to keep her gaze on the ground, she could hear a horse and wagon in the distance. Below her feet was stone, she could smell water and hear people around her.

"Brace yourself, I am going to take control of your body and get us out of here." Storm told her abruptly. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Abruptly she felt herself falling backwards into her mind, she could see what was happening but had no control over what was happening. Deep blue, purple clouds began forming in the sky. 

"Stormy day for a sale Runt. Well, maybe I will be able to get rid of you quickly." He turned to look at her so that he could knock her out and froze. Storm was looking at him, "Hello wolf. I do not know your name, but I can assure you that you are just as weak and powerless as your other half. The two of you are nothing more than a useless, mute, runt.” 

Rage filled Storm and Runt, Storm found it easy to access the power now. She now had the power to destroy all who had hurt them. There was a loud c***k of thunder, then the wind started to roar. Storm raised her hands and blue lightning edged in white flashed across the sky then crashed down onto the alpha burning him to a crisp. Lighting continued to crash down onto the other pack members who came at a run, all male and all of whom she recognizes as having kept her "company" at one point or another. Hail pounded on the ground, the wind tore the roofing off of buildings, levelled others, and uprooted trees. Satisfied Storm then forced a shift, her bones broke and rearranged themselves quickly but painfully. The bindings that held her wings in place fell to the ground. She was a small wolf, maybe a quarter of the size of a regular sized wolf. She looked down at black paws and Storm took off running into the nearby woods. 

They ran for days, Storm caught rabbits for their meals, once they had eaten the rabbit she kept running. Eventually she stopped, they were in a heavily wooded area with no signs of anybody else nearby. Storm gave her back control and she felt exhausted, every bone in her body hurt.

"I told you I would get us free, I must stop now and rest. You need to rest as well, but first. I would like to know what to call you.” Storm told her.

"I do not have a name Storm, I am a mute runt, not worthy of a name.” She told her wolf, it was something she learned early on.

"You are worthy of a name, so let us pick one for you. Let us pick something. What is your favourite season?" Storm asked as she shifted them back, the first thing she noticed was that her wings were now free but she did not even have the cloth cover that the pack had given her for when she was in her cell.

“I do not know the seasons, but sometimes I had a few outside. The season where the ground is all white and looks like it is covered in sugar crystals. That is my favourite season.” She told her wolf.

“That sounds like winter. Was it always colder in the cell you were living in at that time?” Storm asked.

“Yes, it was colder. But it looked so beautiful. Why do I not have any clothing on?” She asked.

"That happens when you shift, sorry, I forgot to warn you. Also, what do you think of the name Winter?" Storm asked.

"I like it." She told her hesitantly.

"Good, then I will call you Winter. And whenever you introduce yourself to somebody you will introduce yourself as Winter." Storm sounded satisfied.

“I don’t know…Are you sure I should have a name? I have always been told that I do not deserve one.” She replied, unsure.

“I refuse to call you ‘Runt’. Everybody deserves a name of their own.” Storm told her.

“How do you know this?” Winter asked.

“I may be new to you. But I have been…I guess the term is ‘alive’ a few times,” Storm answered.

“Okay, you can call me Winter.” She told her wolf, “And, if, we meet others I will try and introduce myself as Winter.”

Winter looked around for a good spot to lay down and sleep. She did not like the idea of being on the ground, Winter then looked up at the trees around her and saw one with a thick trunk and a series of heavy branches that formed a nice looking bed. She climbed up into the tree and fell asleep quickly, finally feeling safe.

It was a couple of weeks later when the remainder of the males of that pack successfully tracked Winter to her new home. She looked down from her tree and waited to see if they would try and come after her. Winter knew that she could not shift and run away again, she simply did not have the strength. 


"Come on down here you stupid runt, before we have to come up there and get you.” One of the men called, "Let us make this quick and easy okay?”

"What do they want to do?" Storm asked Winter.

"I do not know Storm, but I have a feeling it is not going to be good." Was the response.

"Fine, let us do this the hard way then." The same man told her. He then grabbed some rope and threw it at her, he missed but the one who had circled around to the other side did not. The rope landed around her shoulders and she was yanked out of her tree. She then realized that there were three of them, they proceeded to tie her in a way that would allow them all to have access to her. She was tied sideways, arms over her head and tied to a low hanging branch while her legs were spread apart and tied to branches far enough away to keep her off the ground. The position was quite painful.


"You see w***e, you destroyed our pack. Now we will destroy you. Only we will use you then leave you here for the animals to find and devour." Another one of the men told her. She was afraid.

"Storm?" She called, she realized then that she could not find Storm within her, which meant that she could not communicate with her wolf. She was back to just being a nameless runt, a s*x slave for the pleasure of men, tears rolled down her face as the men stripped down until they were n***d. It was clear that her position was one that excited them. One of them brutally forced himself inside her a*s, another inside core, while the third forced himself into her mouth. 


They continued for hours, they would c*m inside her, then beat her until she was unconscious, then they would do it again when she came back around. There finally came a time when she did not regain consciousness, when she was close to death. They were going to leave her like that. Tied up, close to death, just fodder for any scavengers who wished to feed on the little meat that she had on her. They all got dressed and were getting ready to leave when she moved.

As her eyes opened they realized that they were no longer dealing with the mute runt, they realized too late that the reason she had been able to destroy the pack and escape was because her wolf was awake. Lightning crashed down onto them, turning them into inanimate ash.

"Winter?" Storm called desperately. She got no answer, she really did not know how to get out of these ties. Unless...she focused Winters power on the ropes and managed to sever one with a lightning bolt. She repeated this until she had all three ropes severed, once free she walked away from the destroyed men and what could have been home.

A couple days later she found another grove, this one had a clean river running through it and a tree with a spot to sleep in about 50ft up. That high up would deter all but the most determined, she painfully spread Winter's wings and flew up to the spot. Once there she curled up as tight as possible and went to sleep.

The following morning Winter woke up, unable to speak to Storm but she was happy about where her wolf had brought her. She felt safe this high up, she could scent other animals around that she could hunt and heat. Some of the vegetation was edible as well. Looking around she saw sunlight sparkle off the river below, the tree she was in was a massive evergreen. The scent was soothing to her. Deciding that she was safe enough for now, she was not yet hungry enough to hunt or pick fruit for food, so she curled back up and went back to sleep.