The Alpha's concubine (Girl x Werewolf)

Chapter 38/The marks of the beast(s)

A/N Video: Rockets exploding. Just imagine Victoria in front of one walking confidently away. 

I woke up on a firm bed and rolled over feeling as dumb as a Turkey going on a mystery factory tour just before Thanks Giving. I blamed my self for thinking Victoria had changed her ways. The room was dimly lit and I smelt of antiseptic. From the taste meltdown in decor, I could tell I was in Sabina's bedroom.

"Vee..." I said with no uncertain degree of complaint in my voice. My arm stung like it was being used by a jellyfish for target practice. Noticing a large bandage on my arm, I pulled it off to reveal a large black tattoo of a raven looking back.

"FUCK!" I said.

Just then Bex came in "hashtag What's up?" She said hanging at the doorway.

I looked at my arm "Look at me. They used me like a Guffling etch-a-skech."

Guffling was a werewolf term. It meant .. well it's a bit hard to describe without some detailed anatomy lessons and a ripe mango.

"There you are sweetie," Victoria said looking in the door from behind Bex. I sat up. I had a tank top on and was beginning to see what they had done to me.

"Victoria look what you Guffling did to me?" I complained, seeing another tattoo on my arm and my leg. "I look like I've been sold to Banksy. No, seriously I've seen New York subway trains with fewer tags than me. "

Bex shrugged "Me to" she bared her arm to show someone had put the Alpha's pack symbol on her.

"Stop complaining," said Victoria "I've seen girl guides with more work than you."

"Girl guides?" I said, "Were they trying to get their Hell's Angels badge or something?"

"Bex, Come back to bed," said Guido's voice in the distance. Bex checked the palm of her hand and left.

Victoria left the doorway and came into the room

"Why on earth did you have to do that?" I said.

Victoria shrugged "They last time I tried to get you a tattoo you bottled out."

I peeled back another bandage this time it was some complex shape "Oh Gawd." Then I looked up to Victoria "Yeah I think I was twelve at the time."

She came over and sat on the bed picking up the bandages I had peeled off. "Well, I didn't want to go with your normal alternative."

I looked puzzled for a second then said: "Yeah Knol pencils wouldn't cut it, but still..."

Victoria straightened up "see." She began "I know you wouldn't agree."

She was right I noticed a couple on her wrists.

"When did you get those done?" I said pointing at her wrists "do they have some deep ritualistic werewolf meaning."

Victoria pulled her sleeve back. "No, this one says left and the other right. I had them done so I could pass my driving test."

This made a strange sense. Victoria always said she never wanted to learn to drive. She had problems remembering her left from her right in everyday life. She always believed, in the stress of driving she would never be able to get the diving ed's instructions right. A tattoo was a singularly Victoria-ish thing to do.

"I got port and starboard done when I tried to get into flight school." She added.

"You got into flight school?" I said.

Victoria shrugged and said "I tried to. They found spelling errors on my fake background checks, then they got really upset by it, wimps. Who knew they would do due diligence on them? It was a shame really. I had already done take-offs and was just getting on to landing. Still, the whole werewolf thing came on then so it didn't matter. NASA collapsed a week after I left."