Bend You, Break You, Make You Mine

The author would like to thank WolfCountry.net. They have great information about wolf pack behavior, which is what I used in writing this chapter.

Well, at least he let me have pants, is about the best thing that Logan can think about his current situation. And the shoes were a nice touch too. He follows Victor through the snow that had covered the road from the house over night.

There is no chain attached to the damned collar. But Victor had calmly demonstrated what would happen if Logan had any ideas about trying to make a run for it. Logan was less than pleased to learn that even though the pain inducing aspects of the collar had been turned off, Victor had some kind of remote that would turn it right back on.

The remote which was in Victor’s inside coat pocket.

Victor suddenly went off the road and disappeared into the vast woods that surrounded the house. With a sigh, Logan fell in step behind him.

Victor glanced back at Jimmy. He was pleased to note that hunger had not worn down on his little brother too much. Other than the rats, he still had not fed Jimmy. Victor knew from younger days the effect fresh, raw meat had on his brother. Jimmy’s more feral nature would be drawn out, crushing out his humanity. And then Victor could begin truly reshaping Jimmy.

The two men walked for an hour before Victor caught scent of potential prey. He crouched down behind a fallen log to look down on a meadow where a large heard of elk were grazing on some underbrush that was poking up through the snow. Jimmy hunkered down silently behind him. Both watched the herd move, looking for signs of weakness in any of the elk.

A midsized elk broke off from the herd, trotting closer to the two hunters completely unaware of the danger it was about to put itself in. Victor felt a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. This little bit of elk sized teenage rebellion was about to cost this creature its life.

Victor pressed himself closer to the ground, his hands digging into the snow and his claws beginning to extend. He could smell the growing agitation in Jimmy.

Logan didn’t realize how hungry he was until they came upon the elk. He momentarily worried that his growling stomach would alert the creatures to their presence. But that feeling quickly dissipated as the young elk approached. His hunger made it difficult to hold still. He wanted to lunge at the elk. But everything about Victor’s body said, “Wait.”

Following the indication of Victor’s eyes, Logan moved slowly to the side. His own claws now out, Logan understood the plan: Victor would chase the elk his way, and he would kill it. It was a quick and easy plan.

If the wind hadn’t changed at that moment.

The elk’s head snapped up and it twisted around to run away. Logan, realizing that his breakfast was about to get away, jumped out of the underbrush snarling. The elk ran, trying to get back to the safety of the herd, Logan a few paces behind. The clawed mutant leapt into the air and managed to knick the elk. It squealed in terror, its eyes rolling around in its head as it struggled to escape. The other elk began kicking up snow and dirt as the fled from the hunter. Jimmy- no, Logan, my name is Logan- lunges in for the kill, but the luck is on the elk’s side and it manages to evade his grasp again. He is not paying attention to where he is and how close to the rest of the herd he is getting.

Logan grunts in pain and surprise when sharp points connect with his midsection, tossing him back. His first thought is to yell at Victor, until he realizes that he has inadvertently started tangling with one of the male elk. The buck brandishes his antlers by way of warning. Back off!

But blood lust and hunger have begun to take over Jimmy’s mind. Growling in anger, he tackles the buck and plunges one set of claws into the beast’s side. The buck rears up and throws Logan off. Jimmy/Logan lands with a pained grunt in the snow. He screams in pain when the buck brings his front hooves down on his shoulders. Victor slams into the buck, sending the animal crashing to the ground. There is a sickening crunch as the buck’s back leg is broken. Victor grins in satisfaction before biting into the elk’s neck and ripping it out.

Jimmy lays panting on the frozen ground, feeling the bones in one shoulder blade finishing their healing. His thoughts have become decidedly more scrambled these last few minutes. Big Brother protected Jimmy. Big Brother always protects Jimmy. Hungry. Hungry. Elk good. Big Brother good. Need food. Jimmy rolls onto his belly and slinks closer to Victor. When Victor’s head snaps around to look at him, he freezes. He watches Victor nervously, trying to dig his body deeper into the snow when Victor rips off a large chunk of the animal’s side and stalks over to him.

Logan/Jimmy thinks to run, that perhaps he shouldn’t e doing this but, so hungry. Big Brother only wants what’s best for Jimmy. Big Brother coming with food. Jimmy must be good to Big Brother. Victor stops a few paces away from Jimmy, which Jimmy quickly closes. Stopping at Victor’s feet, Jimmy tucks his legs under his body and leans his head against Big Brother’s knee, keeping his own gaze on the ground. Jimmy makes a soft keening noise in the back of his throat.

With a pleased grunt, Victor drops the chunk of meat on the ground. Jimmy looks up at him for silent permission before tearing into the offered food. Victor goes back to the elk to start his own feasting. He eats slowly and watches with grim satisfaction as Jimmy devours his breakfast before licking his fingers clean. When he finishes, Jimmy scampers- and there truly is no other word for it- to Victor’s side. Jimmy glances up to see if Victor will stop him, then rips off another chunk of elk meat.

Soon, the two brothers have eaten their fill. Victor starts when Jimmy places a hand on his knee, bringing his face in close to Victor’s. Jimmy’s tongue darts out to lap at the blood on Victor’s face. Victor closes his eyes, a rumbling of pleasure trapped in his throat as Jimmy cleans him. When Jimmy finishes, Victor returns the gesture.

The two brothers lay entangled in the blood splattered snow, Jimmy’s head tucked under Victor’s chin. Victor can practically taste the contentment oozing out of his little brother.

After a few moments, Victor notices that Jimmy is shaking from the cold. Victor quickly shucks his jacket and puts Jimmy into it. “Come on,” he murmurs. “Let’s go home.”

Not bothering to look back, Victor leads the way back to the house. After a few moments of silence, Jimmy’s voice calls to him, “Victor.” Jimmy runs to stand at Victor’s side. He is holding something out to him. The remote. “You forgot this.”

Victor is shocked. He takes the remote wordlessly, putting it into his pocket. He’s not sure what this means. Either Jimmy is starting to learn his place, or he’s fucking with him.

Time will tell. For now, Victor will take the gesture at face value.

There is also a look in Jimmy’s eyes that Victor has not seen there in probably a century. This is not the man who is Logan. This is little James Howlett, fresh in the woods and trusting Victor completely.

And Victor is pleased.