The cursed wolves

The curse

Jax 1978

Jackson (Jax) Samuels is the leader in the small town they live in. There is only ten families living there, and they announced him “mayor” because he had always had leadership qualities. Or so they thought.

Isabelle Gail is lost in the woods. A young witch looking for her way home. She is only 18, and she is expected to come home in a few days to marry the love of her life, Anthony. She have saved herself for their wedding night, and she is so excited. After hours of walking in the forest, she is starting to get tired. Her long, blonde hair is tangled in several places, her soft, creamy skin is stained in sweat and dirt and her feet have blisters. As she’s about to give up, she see a small wooden sign on a nearby tree. The sign is painted white and has black letters saying Darling on it. Smiling, Isabelle steps forward, hoping to get a room for the night, or at least a warm meal. Heads turn to look at her as she walks forward, turning her head, left to right looking for an in or something. A man steps up to her, and she notice the women scurrying to get out of the way, bringing the children with them and shutting the windows. Frowning she take in the features of the man towering above her. His skin is dark, a stark contrast to her creamy one. His eyes has an enchanting emerald colour, and his beard is short with grey stripes. His hair has natural curls, also laced with salt and pepper. Isabelle takes a step back when his eyes starts roaming her body, and she wants to run far away, but the man has other plans. “Jax? Ready?” A man behind her spoke, and she turned to see a man big as a house, and wide as a car waiting for instructions. Her eyes widen and darts to the man he called Jax. His head moves in a slight nod, and suddenly her armed are yanked behind her, her legs are lifted up and she is carried to the large house in the middle of the small town. The men take her inside, tie her to a bed and start ripping of her clothes. Tears starts trailing down her cheeks and she starts sobbing in fear. “P..please d..don’t! I’m getting m..married soon” she cries, hoping they will stop. Her small body is flipped over, and she hear a zipper being pulled down. Next thing she knows, someone slams his manhood so har inside her, she see stars. A silent scream escape her lips, but soon the pain subsides and she starts moaning to her shame. Strong hands grab her hips and drives inside her hard and fast, and soon her walks starts clenching around the large member inside her.

*

When every man has had their share, Isabelle is laying on the bed, tied, beaten and in shock. Her cold, abused body is thrown out of the house, naked, and she slowly get on her feet. She limps away from Darling, muttering the beginning of a curse as she walks even further into the woods. Echoes of pained screams and crying children follow her ears, but she doesn’t care. After a while, she speaks up again, allowing the town to hear her voice carried over the wind. She spoke each word loud and clear, not forgetting or misspelling anything. When she’s done, she can hear the howls of the wolves she has just cursed, knowing they can’t shift back to humans ever again, not unless their leader changes his way. As her eyes lock with the scared ones of the now black wolf, she manifests a book, knowing that in about 50 years, Jax’s mate will come into his life and change them all, but because of what they did, they will still be able to shift to and from wolf, allowing them to learn how to respect women. In tears, Isabelle turns and head home, devastated, ruined and hoping her love still wants her.

*

Years had passed, and Jax still hadn’t gotten used to having fur, four legs and a bloody tail sticking out of his butt. It disgusted him that his primal needs also meant sleeping with females in his pack, namely wolves in that form. He had never been a fan of hair, and especially not fur. But when the moon was high, the scent the females bore were to much for him to handle. The children had all grown up, and it had disgusted him when he had quite violently taken Annabelle the day she had turned 18, on a full moon, and his needs had taken over his instincts to mate. But what disgusted him more, was that he liked the way her small walls clamped around him until his knot had slipped inside her. Or how the rest of the males, except her father, had claimed her after, going round after round on her until she had passed out with several ounces of white goo seeping out of her, and how she willingly ended up as the pack b***h, readying herself for every man wanting to take her. The curse also made the small pack barren. The males could have children with other wolves, but could not risk having a human being born by a wild wolf, so some of the men had clenched that thirst other ways, namely between themselves. Jax refused to participate in such behaviour and was more than happy to take the innocence away from the newly turned 18 year olds instead, hoping one of the Mm would be his mate.

The days came and went, and soon they had been trapped in that forest for over forty years, not really sure how long. Their consciousness were still there, even as a wolf, and they could communicate by a mind link in their head, but they all regretted taking the innocence from the young witch. Jax had quickly lost the respect from the villagers, but because he was alpha, they followed him to some extent. During hunting, he was the fastest one and could easily take down the animal, making sure the women and children are first, and they all knew he was by far the best hunter. He had been as human too, and at the time he had been praised for his abilities, but not anymore. After the witch, no one trusted him. They could all still remember the excruciating pain of having their fingernails grow thicker, their bones breaking and resetting and their skin breaking to sprout fur, how their eyes started growing in the sockets and their faces and teeth growing longer. How the pained screams of the children pierced the sky and slowly turned into howls as their voices got lost. The only form of communication they had left, was the mind link, and they usually kept it blocked for Jax, making sure he couldn’t hear what they were talking about.

But one day, the air changed. It became sweeter, and they all noticed. It was like the colours became brighter, the grass smelt better. The soft notices of footsteps pressing into the moist grass were echoing through the village, and the fluttering heartbeat and the smell of a young girl’s arousal were making all the males salivate. But when Jax saw her walking towards them, his breathing almost stopped as he recognised her as his true mate. All he had to do, was hoping she would willingly give herself to him.