Page 3 of Plug and Drain

A passing vampire had stopped to observe but was largely apathetic. Vampire students generally kept to themselves and stayed out of wolf conflicts.

Time passed, and more wolves had arrived on the scene.

By the time Susie arrived on the dorm level, hurrying forth when she heard the commotion, the situation had been dire.

Nearly two hours had passed, and no one had tried to help Molly.

No one except for Susie, who’d pushed through the crowd of onlookers and launched herself at Oscar. The moment she realised what was happening, her teeth and claws bared. The odds had been against her. The four omegas were much stronger than her, even Oscar, who was thinner than his hulking cronies.

Versus Molly, who was tiny. They had her petite form face down and incapacitated on the bed.

And then there was Susie.

Shorter than the average female. Curvy. Sure-footed but slow, except for the swipe of her lethal claws.

In the split second it took to assess the scene, Susie had known that her chance of defeating the omegas was slim. Molly was in no fighting condition, her face contorted as one of the massive wolves stood behind her, panting heavily as he thrust into her small bottom. Another omega had his cock down her throat, seemingly oblivious to the small wolf’s tears.

But Susie had noticed, and she couldn’t bring herself to leave, or to stand by and do nothing like the others. She could not abandon a helpless wolf to that horrible fate.

A wiser wolf might have left. The obvious thing to do would have been to shift into wolf form to have a fighting chance. Except Susie couldn’t morph. The only weapons she had were her claws. She had human teeth, but she’d bared those in a snarl as well; her pointed canines were prominent and almost vampire-like and would be invaluable if she got close enough to bite.

Her claws slashed Oscar’s cheek, and he’d nearly lost an eye.

She’d bitten another on the wrist.

But it hadn’t made a difference. Not really. If anything, it made things worse.

They’d forced her too.

It was not the first time she’d been coerced, but she’d never been forced like that. They took turns with her and Molly, and it was brutal and inhumane, going against the code of conduct wolves lived by, violating their most basic rights. Not even the vampires had been as brutal as Oscar had been as he drove his cock into her whilst the end of the bed frame dug into her ribs.

At least she’d only suffered for a quarter of an hour or so before the omegas dispersed. Molly had endured it for hours before Susie had arrived.

There had been mumbled apologies afterwards, but it was too late. The inaction of her peers had made Susie’s heart ache with sorrow, and robbed her of her faith in the goodness of others in a way that the omega’s actions couldn’t.

Susie had hardly left her room for the rest of Orientation Week. She only got up to drink water, use the bathroom, and take a tray of food to Molly.

Molly didn’t leave her room at all and said very little when Susie visited.

Susie didn’t know her very well, but she’d been bubbly and spirited on the morning that she’d first moved into the room opposite Susie’s. That young woman was gone, replaced by one who didn’t dare lift her gaze.

Susie hoped that in time, she would get better. And that their circumstances at the school would improve.

Seven days had passed. Enough time for most of the bruising on Susie’s body to have faded. It was Sunday evening, and tomorrow was the first official day of school.

Molly had missed the social events of Orientation Week and had run out of time to place well in a pack.

But any pack was better than no pack at all, which was why Susie had knocked on her door earlier that day after dinner to check on her. She’d invited the first year to join her pack—Susie’s Pack, which was not the most formidable name, but they weren’t a very formidable pack.

Even so, they had nine members. Nine misfits. Nine rejects.

Lone wolves who none of the other packs had wanted.

Susie had wanted them.

It had started last year with her friend and classmate Harry, who suffered from muscle weakness on the left side of his body and walked with a prominent limp. They’d both taken refuge in the library one night to escape the loud antics of partying wolves in the corridors celebrating someone’s birthday. She and Harry had laughed when they’d realised they were both reading from the same thriller series. Their friendship had bloomed, and thus the book club was formed.

As they welcomed other students, including an exceptionally tall female in the year above them called Sarah, their book club quickly evolved into a pack.