Forest Floor

AylaA tall, broad chested man approaches through the dust. He appears taller than the door frame. Cloaked by shadows, I can only see the flicker of his gold eyes, and the outline of his body cast from the light. I can hear the clunk of his boots as he steps into the underground bunker that houses me. I immediately recognize that this man is an alpha wolf. He’s extremely dominant and it’s pulsing through the room causing me to involuntarily bow my head and submit my neck from the presence of his energy alone, despite not having Aramana. He smells of earth and pine. Dirt of the forest and beautiful trees. He reminds me of the freedom I once had. The ability to run through the forest, the smells of the earth and the softness of the forest floor between my toes, breeze in my hair and the sun shining on my face or warming my fur as I chased rabbits and played with my siblings. He smells comforting. He smells peaceful. He smells of home.Is he my new warden? My new master to abuse me? Maybe an alpha rogue taking what he wants? I feel the front of my cage and start to slide backwards when the warden that was sprawled over me springs off of me straight up into the air and towards the new alpha. He is immediately knocked out by the new alpha throwing a right hook. I see it coming from the flicker of the stairway light and it was lightning fast. The warden had no chance at defending himself. He hits the concrete hard, a loud cracking sound echoing with a thud as he hits the unforgiving floor, then nothing. Quiet follows. Too quiet.I start breathing hard and loud as I panic and scoot back into my cage. He’s killed the warden which should bring me tears of joy, shouts of elation, but instead I’m overcome with extreme anxiety and fear. My mind starts racing thoughts and its overwhelming. What if he is worse? What if the other shifters I smell came to hold me down? What if they want to chase and hunt me? I am hyperventilating at this point and becoming nauseated and dizzy. I can’t do a false heat right now. I can’t outrun a shifter pack. I can’t….I….just…..can’t…..”Aramana? Aramana, can you hear me, I need you.” I push into my mind, searching, pleading, hoping to connect, but I’m met with silence.“Sshh sshh ssshhh”….”It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay…. I’m not going to hurt you. We are here to help…. I promise. I know that probably doesn’t mean much to you right now, but I always keep my promises. It’s going to be okay.” The new alpha whispers to me from the dark in front of my cage. He sounds so calm and comforting. Help. A normal word that should comfort. A word I can’t remember the last time it has manifested in my life. Nobody helps me. Nobody says a word about what I endure, what is done to me and nobody comforts. Especially murderous, rage filled, dominant alphas. They make false promises and they definitely don’t care about my comfort. They break you and leave you a smell of yourself each time.I feel a warm, large calloused hand touch my lower leg and I instantly startle and flinch. The hand returns. Within seconds, I am overcome with the warmest embrace and covered with the softest fleece blanket I have ever felt in my life. I feel like I am cocooned in the middle of a bunch of warm bunnies. I want to melt into this blanket, rub it all over me, and hide away forever. Never interacting with a single shifter ever again. I burrito myself and I notice my breathing is slowing and I am starting to feel calmer. The rough hand remains on my leg. “That’s it. Slow down your breathing. In through your nose and out through your mouth slowly. Again….in and out…. good girl. You are doing so good little one…. such a good girl” He whispers softly and my body wants to melt from his comforting words of praise, but my mind knows better. A lot alphas will try to lure you into a false sense of security before they are back handing you across the face and throwing you over a table with an audience cheering him on. Or an alpha turns you loose and gives you a taste of freedom only to be hunted down and rutted by whichever shifter that catches you. A game they used to enjoy playing. One I don’t want to partake in anymore.