ESCAPING DOMINANCE
ESCAPING DOMINANCE
≈TRINA’S TALE≈
MARYLYNN BAST
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ESCAPING DOMINANCE
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ISBN-10:0985754621
ISBN-13:978-0-9857546-2-4
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ESCAPING DOMINANCE ≈TRINA’S TALE≈
HEART OF A WOLF SERIES
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Copyright © 2012 Marylynn Bast
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
To all the family and friends who keep asking for more stories.
Once again, I have to thank my wonder beta reader SharonStonger with I Smell Sheep. . My second beta reader Jane of Lindsay and Jane's views and reviews along with my first round editor Melissa Ringsted for helping to tighten up the story.
My main supporter, Patrick Bast who also helps with a last round of beta reading and some editing.
Monica Black for the final edits that help to put a shine on the tales.
Finally, I have to say thank you to Anna Dase and Autum Bedrose for helping with the cover photo editing.
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Author’s note:
For the readers who have read No Remorse, Book One – Heart of a Wolf Series: ESCAPING DOMINANCE– Trina’s Tale is another prequel to No Remorse. This tale gives you an insight to how Trina escapes an abusive relationship. Along the way she meets Amber.
For the readers who are just starting the series, ESCAPING DOMINANCE has been written as a stand-alone story. You can read any of the Tales prior to No Remorse or after, it’s your choice.
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CHAPTER one
Trina Rivers knows first-hand how tough life can be in a pack of werewolves. Being one of only a handful of young females in the large pack Clan Catan really sucked and was certainly not a life she would have chosen for herself. Residing in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains meant she had the freedom to run the forests in her wolf form. But this independence also came with many restrictions. From a young age they are all taught that wolves must abide by the rules of the packs and laws of the clans which have been passed down through the generations. The problem Trina found with this was that the rules were not fair and the women of the packs were made to suffer the injustices. The larger, dominating, more powerful males were the ones who made the rules, bending them as they saw fit.
On her seventh birthday, Trina’s parents were killed in a tragic car accident. Because of politics between packs, she was forced to live with her dad’s brother, Sam, and his wife, Paula. She had never met this part of the family before finding herself standing at their doorstep with tears in her eyes.
From the beginning Trina felt unwanted and in the way. Aunt Paula went out of her way to make it clear she did not want her there and did not consider her a part of the family. In fact, they grudgingly took her in only because the council had ordered it. Even her three cousins resented her living with them, so she did her best to stay out of everyone’s way. Which wasn’t too hard since they ignored her most of the time anyway.
Sam made sure she got to school during her elementary and middle school years. Once her cousin Joanna was old enough to drive, the responsibility fell on her to get the younger ones to school. High school was when Trina started having problems. Joanna took her friends to school but had no room to take her. Being forced to walk, she was constantly late. When the tardy notices began piling up, Trina found it was easier to skip the first class. This turned into skipping other classes, and then days all together. Hanging out in the woods with her friends was so much easier. No one notice what was going on with her; half of the time she didn’t even bother going home.
She felt suffocated in the pack, her life going nowhere and fast. Trina anxiously waited for her sixteenth birthday to make her first shift. Once this happened, she planned to leave Oregon and go to California, make a new life for herself.
All the other girls talked about making their first change; how their mothers were supposed to take them away from the pack so they could make their change in a controlled environment. She didn’t know anyone to talk to other than her aunt. “Aunt Paula, I’m turning sixteen in a couple months. Do you have time to talk to me?”
Paula was sitting on the couch, a cigarette in one hand and a glass of rum and coke in the other. Her feet were propped up on top of the coffee table laden with magazines, wrappers and who knows what else scattered about. Her once blonde hair was bleached and hung in a stringy mass down to her shoulders. At hearing Trina’s voice she cut her bloodshot blue eyes up at her and snarled, “I don’t know why I’m forced to put up with you! You should have been in that car with your parents!” Turning back to the television, Paula picked up the remote and hit the arrow up on the volume, rattling the speakers.
Trina knew the moment the words were out of her mouth she had made a mistake. Her being there was a mistake and she shook in fury. Standing barely five feet three, she was smaller than even her youngest cousin, who had just turned twelve. She had the trademark blonde hair and blue eyes from her dad. That is where the resemblance to the family ended. Where her father, uncle, and cousins were all big boned and husky, she was slender with softer features, like her mother.
The memory of that first day flooded her mind. Her Uncle Sam had stroked her cheek and smiled. Looking down at her tenderly, he had tears in his eyes, “So beautiful, you look just like your mother.”. The, she remembered how Paula had grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the bedroom, shoving her hatefully through the door.
Trina had a picture of her mother and father she kept hidden under her pillow. She would pull it out and stare at it on the long, lonely nights in her younger years. The older she got, the more and more she looked like her mother.
Putting it all together, Trina realized Sam had become more distant because of this. He hardly ever talked to her. She would catch him looking at her and quickly avert his eyes, but not before she saw them mist with tears. Added to this was the horrific fight Paula and Sam had the first night she had come to live with them, along with many arguments since. Paula raging on and on about her mother not choosing him, it all made sense now. She knew why the woman was such a bitch to her. Seeing her every day reminded Paula that her husband was in love with another woman, Trina’s mother.
Over the years, Sam began to work longer hours, sometimes staying in town rather than coming home. His excuse was that he had to make a living for the family and try to fit into the world of humans. Paula sat home, drinking and popping her downers. Yelling at Trina to clean up the kitchen, do the laundry, or some mundane chore she could have already done if she had gotten off the couch. She had turned into their live in maid.
Standing with her hands clenched at her sides, she stared at the back of Paula’s head. She truly hated the woman and wanted to pick something up and slug her with it. Instead, she ran out the door and into the woods.
From then on, Trina did her best to avoid going to what she had never considered her home. Hanging out with her friends had gotten her through most days. In doing so she met Dean, who made her world easier to tolerate. He spent hours on end just talking to her, m
aking her laugh and silencing her fears on what to expect when she made her shift. She looked forward to seeing him and was elated when he invited her to come out into the woods the night after the full moon and see his wolf. Of course he didn’t allow her to see him make the actual shift because that was something a werewolf preferred to do in solitude.
Spending time with him in the woods allowed her to see how he hunted. Even though he was from the neighboring pack, she felt safe around his wolf because he was in control. She trusted him completely and looked up to him. In her fifteen year old mind, he was mature. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him. She felt all giddy inside because a twenty year old man treated her special, like she mattered. Trina was head over heels in love.
The full moon fell a week after her sixteenth birthday. Running excitedly out into the forest, Trina met Dean where he’d said he would meet her.
“It’ll be easier if you’re completely naked,” he began unbuttoning his pants.
“I am not undressing in front of you!” Trina’s voice raised an octave at the thought of him looking at her.
Stripping in front of her wasn’t an issue for him. His clothed landed on the ground in a heap from where he tossed them. With hands on hips, he stood staring at her with a grin on his face.
Trina frowned and turned away. Pausing briefly, she felt the nudging inside her mind. Her wolf was ready to be released. Her bra and panties would show no more than what he would see if she were wearing a bikini. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes were drawn downward and she quickly turned back around. Lifting her shirt up and over her head, she slipped her shorts off, tossing them onto the ground beside his jeans and t-shirt. She knew that werewolves were naturally sexual creatures, but having never been with anyone, she was a little apprehensive when feelings of desire began to stir inside. It was apparent he was feeling them too. With her back to him, she grinned.
Making sure she had a frown plastered on her face, she spun around, her arms crossed over her chest, her chin indicating his excitement. “I am not having sex with you.”
“Sorry, Rin.” His hands lifted and he shrugged with a slight grin on his face. “You know I love you and you excite me, but I don’t expect anything from you.”
“Okay, but I’m still not getting completely undressed.” Her tone was adamant.
He nodded, his grin growing into a smile. “Just so you know, when you shift you’ll rip through your bra and panties, you won’t have them when you change back.”
“You said we never shift around others, so we should go to our own secluded place, right?” Looking into his eyes, concern for what would soon be taking place caused her brows to meet.
“Well, you want me here with you, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but can’t I take them off at the last minute?” She asked, refusing to see the evidence of his growing excitement, looking anywhere but at him.
Dean noticed her avoidance and laughed. “Yeah, you can do that.”
Chewing on her bottom lip, she looked up, peering through the tall pine trees into the night sky. “Okay, so what now?”
“We wait. Your wolf will know when it’s time.” Dean grabbed his shirt, spreading it out. He sat down on top of it, leaning his back against the tree. “You might want to sit or you’ll fall when the first pain hits you.”
Nervously, she sat down beside him. The dry autumn leaves crackled and poked her butt through the thin material of her panties.
When he noticed her glance at her clothing, Dean held her shirt up to her.
Snagging it, she grinned. Quickly, she got to her knees and spread it out like he had his, and then settled back down. When she looked at Dean he was staring at her breasts. Sucking in a breath and releasing it on a sigh, she hid the grin with a shake of her head.
Dean chuckled and put his arm around her.
Trina leaned her head on his shoulder.
Peering out into the woods they waited for her shift to begin. It didn’t take long. The moon was high in the sky, peeking through the trees, when the pain slammed her rigidly against the tree. Like Dean had warned, she did not have time to remove her bra and panties.
Dean held her hand through the relentless agony. Talking to her, soothing her through the process of her bones cracking and popping, her skin tearing.
The material of her undergarments splitting was the last thing on her mind. Trina cried out when her back began to arch, throwing her forward. Panting and gasping for breath, her head hung towards the ground. The skin on her face ripped apart, the muscles tearing and contorting throughout her body. She screamed when the burning inside became unbearable, writhing on the ground in agony.
At the last minute Dean got up and moved away.
She heard the vague sound of howling and realized it was coming from her own throat. Throwing her head back, a long soulful cry echoed through the trees. The howl of her wolf.
Staring out into the night, her eyes flashed yellow. From where she lay on her belly, she watched the large grey wolf padding silently towards her. He drew closer and she stood with her head down low, waiting for him to initiate contact with her. When Dean nuzzled her, she moved forward and rubbed her shoulder against his.
You ready for this?
Her light tan and grey wolf snorted. I have wanted this for years!
Then what are you waiting for?
Dean shot past her.
Trina pushed with her powerful hind legs and took off, giving chase. She ran deeper into the woods, eager to hunt. Her nose caught scent of the weasel scampering across her path and she pounced, her front paw nearly landed on its tail, but it slipped away. She had misjudged the distance, stumbled and almost fell over in her eagerness.
Dean’s wolf trotted back to where she clumsily chased after the long tailed weasel. He stood, his mouth hung open slightly in a grinning pant, watching her. Let’s get you something bigger before the bloodlust kicks in.
Trina gave him the equivalent of a huff in his mind, but turned and followed him through the Douglas fir and Spruce trees. Hanging back when he scented their prey, she watched him lower his powerful body into the stalking stance. With his ears pitched forward, he began to move silently through the dense brush.
The reddish female elk stood inside the thicket of trees with her calf. Her ears twitched, listening for any type of sound. When the softest hint, a slight rustle of leaves, reached her she vocalized her warning and the rest of the herd took off running through the darkness. The mother stuck close to her calf, which was nearly half her size, its white spots visible in the light of the moon.
Dean rushed forward, lunging, barely missing her back end. The mother’s twisting and turning leaps avoided the jaws of the werewolf, but the baby was not so lucky.
Trina watched his teeth sink easily into the calf’s neck.
The mother, screaming her displeasure at the wolf stealing her child from her, pawed the air and charged at him, before veering off and out into the woods.
Lowering her head, her lip lifted, baring her teeth. A growl resonated from deep within her. With her ears flattened against her head, Trina stalked towards the captured prey.
There was nothing the baby elk could do with the large wolf latched onto its throat and the smaller one stalking towards it. The calf whimpered, kicking its feet, trying with all its strength to push away from the wolves.
When Dean’s canines clamped down, the struggling ceased.
Trina’s nose twitched. The coppery smell of blood flooded her senses and she lunged. Tearing into the hind quarter, her vision going to red, her wolf’s bloodlust taking over.
The meal was small, but enough to satisfy both wolves. With her bloodlust satiated, Trina was ready to run free. When Dean’s shoulder leaned heavily against hers, she pushed back and they took off running. Leaping and bounding over fallen logs, cutting in and around bushes, darting in and out of the trees until she was tired. Plopping down in the tall grass near the edge of the trees, her tongue lolling out the side of he
r mouth, she lay on the ground panting. Trina felt more alive and freer than she ever had.
Dean rubbed his nose against her neck, licking her snout and face before he moved to lay beside her.
Trina was enjoying the closeness when a sharp pain slammed into her body and she yelped. Bones began cracking and popping, muscles shifting, they began stretching and shrinking. Her wolf released its hold and forced her body to shift, returning to its natural form. In the back of her mind she realized they were changing miles away from where they had shed their clothing. All thought fled when the horrific pains racked her body, twisting her insides, reshaping while she writhed on the ground.
Dean had run off once again to make his shift in seclusion and returned naked in his human form.
She felt more connected to him since spending the night, and most of the day, with him in her wolf form. Her own nakedness didn’t bother her.
When he helped her to her feet, his hands went to her hips. His face lowering slowly toward hers, giving her the option to pull away. When she didn’t, his lips softly caressed hers.
Dean had kissed her before, but somehow this time it felt different. She was different. The kiss made her feel like a woman and she pressed her body against his.
He responded immediately by wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her body close to his.
Trina hesitated only briefly before letting her animal instincts take over, allowing Dean to lower her to the bed of leaves.
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CHAPTER two
In the days that followed, Trina rode the high of shifting for the first time and being with Dean. He was the perfect boyfriend and everything she had ever dreamed of, handsome, sweet, and attentive. He hung out with her every day for the following two weeks, bringing her flowers, making her smile and laugh at his jokes.
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