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CHAPTER 28: ORWEN

Flash…

In the same way that a single night’s dream can seem to last for an entire lifetime, Orwen felt he had experienced years of Embla’s life. In the vision that Seraph was bestowing on him, Orwen had watched Embla grow through her own eyes.

The Farlanders kept Embla in the primitive wooden cage, locked up with the dogs. They never communicated with her directly, but she often overheard them talking, and in this way she picked up some bits of the language, along with what she remembered from her mother and the rest of her family. But she never spoke anymore, and her only real companions were the other dogs.

The first months had been the most difficult. The only reason that she survived was her best friend, the brown-furred female who protected her. Embla never knew exactly why that dog had taken so kindly to her, but she was grateful, and she did everything she could to return the favor.

At feeding time, the Farlanders would toss scrapes of raw meat into the cage, and there would always be a frenzy. But Embla’s best friend always made sure that Embla got something to eat. In exchange, Embla would scratch the big brown dog thoroughly, getting behind her ears and on her belly, and especially around the base of her tail where the dog’s claws couldn’t reach.

At night they slept together like sisters, huddled together for warmth.

Through the vision, Orwen watched as Embla got older. Her arms and legs stretched, gangly and awkward but also swift and strong. Her mane grew long and her sex became tufted with blond hair.

She behaved like one of the dogs, running about on all fours. She struggled sometimes to communicate. Her ears did not move, and she had no tail to wag. But she learned to converse with the dogs on a purely empathetic level. Gradually, the other dogs grew to accept the weird, furless creature in their midst.

But through it all, the brown dog remained her best friend. Her one true companion.

Then one day, something terrible happened.

Embla awoke at the crack of dawn to a terrible churning hunger deep in her core. A quivering, needful lust so intense that it verged on pain. Goosebumps pebbled her skin and sweat oozed from her pores. She whined and twisted in agony on the dirty floor of the cage, while her best friend looked on, ears back and tail tucked in concern.

Embla was going into heat for the first time.

It wasn’t long before her Farlander captors awoke and came stumbling out of their crude shelters to see what all the commotion was about. In the dim morning light, they approached the cage with clumsy, sleep-sodden steps.

Then they caught her scent—her heat scent—and their ugly cocks went rigid with lust. Nasty, crooked erections covered in warts and drooling stringy precum.

The Farlander alphas crooned and slobbered, banging at the bars of the cage.

Embla was afraid. She wished she could make the terrible feeling go away. And she knew that it was the raw, humid scent coming from her heat-ridden body that was driving the monstrous alphas into a mating frenzy.

Her best friend crouched and bared her teeth at the alphas, protecting Embla.

But the Farlander alphas were undeterred. Embla’s scent had driven them so mad with lust that the threat of bites and scratches did little to scare them away.

Whooping and howling, the Farlander alphas marched around the front of the cage. Many of them were jerking their gnarled dicks in anticipation of claiming the omega in heat. Some of them had already prematurely spilled their seed into the dirt outside the cage.

They unfastened the primitive lock and flung open the gate.

Embla was tingling with fear.

They were going to rape her. They were going to put those awful members inside her against her will. She was in heat, but she did not want this. Embla hated these alphas who had murdered her family and held her captive for years. She did not want them to touch her. But there was nothing she could do. Hot tears flooded down her cheeks as the alphas lurched closer and closer.

Then Embla felt a cold nose nudging at her shoulder. It was her best friend.

Time to go.

Time to flee.

Only chance.

As the lust-drunk alpha captors stumbled forward, Embla’s best friend snarled and pounced. She attacked the nearest alpha, chomping down hard on his cock. Scarlet blood spurted. The alpha howled in agony and collapsed in the dirt, clutching his mangled genitals.

The other alphas’ lust-frenzy transitioned into fury. One of them struck out at Embla’s best friend with a kick.

A surge of rage brought Embla to her feet. She charged forward, clawing viciously at the attacker’s eyes. She felt something pop like a grape, bathing her hand in warm blood.

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