Thyra

Elicia:

YWAY! Screaming like a little sissy at the massive rat as it wiggled its girthy belly through the small opening, twitching its whiskers and nose in my direction as my feet and ass scraped along the stone flooring scrambling to get away from it.

I hate RATS! Point blank, no questions.

Tumbling over to my side, slamming my forehead into the stone floor with a crying scream as the rat took a few steps, then scurried behind my back. Stretching my neck as far as it would go, barely seeing the small shadow crawl along my thrashing legs as its whiskers brushed along my wrists.

IT TOUCHED ME!! Freaking out like that picture of the dog jumping from the ocean water with the funny caption of, “SOMETHING TOUCHED MY FOOT!”. Yep. I was that dog, mentally jumping out of my skin as its little whiskers tickled and brushed along my exposed forearms, crawling up my shoulder with its little toes gripping for traction.

Snarling like a wild animal as it inched closer to my neck, frozen in place as its whiskers tickled my jaw hearing its little squeaks right next to my ear as it nuzzled into my matted locks.

OH, FUCKING HELL NO! I’m not a bed you little furry bastard, flinching as its little toes scratched along my hairline, shaking my head to make it stop. The warmth, strangely soothed my raging nerves as it made this soft purring noise against my neck, feeling a little stupid for freaking out over such a harmless creature, when I had bigger problems awaiting their arrival.

“It’s okay, love.” A soft females voice spoke, jerking out of fear and shock, scanning the cell with my eyes, only seeing stone and the soft glimmer of the setting sun through the small, barred window.

“Easy, love. You’ll squish me thrashing about like that.” Her voice was soothing with its calmness and mellow timber as the furry creature cuddled more into my matted hair, confusing my already turbulent thoughts.

WAIT! Is the rat talking, no, it can’t be? Can it? What the actual fuck am I saying, rats can’t talk. Laughing at my own thoughts of a rat being able to talk. I have made it to an all-time low thinking a rat could talk. Bahahaha….

“What’s wrong with me being able to talk, well, mind link but it’s still communication.” Her voice halted my internal laughter as my heart hammered wildly against my ribcage.

“Breathe, love. Breathe. Now is not the time to panic.” Nooooo! Really. Mocking her calm tone, squeaking against the gag as her toes scratched at my delicate skin beneath my hair, pressing her cold nose into my tattoo.

“Just listen, okay?” Her voice firmed with each word, shaking my head “yes” as her toe traced my Aries tattoo with a feathery wisp of chuckles.

“I’m Thyra DeLois, Bain and Peyton’s mother.”

Are you fucking serious right now!

Bain’s mother is a furry rodent with whiskers and a shit-you-not, tail. Yeah, I’m totally mental at this point. First, it was the strange dreams, then the blackouts, followed by the glowing whitish-blue eyes after I heard Izzy talking with Elias when she wasn’t even in the room, or how his mouth didn’t move the whole time.

“Oh, child, you would have been such a treat to meet, if my Bastard Husband and his disgraceful brother never would have agreed to work for those dreadful people. But who am I to say anything? Richard, Myles and Titan’s father, was a piece of work when Myles introduced me to the family, and let me tell you something, his wife, Yvonne, scared me shitless. You know she wanted to watch us consummate our mating bond, and Myles agreed to it. Hell, the whole family made it an event, because Myles was next in line by five minutes between their births.” Her voice held a certain loneliness as she ranted on about her deranged family, feeling a weird sadness towards her situation.

But how the Hell did she end up as a rat?

“That’s the next part.” She snickered in her cute rodent form.

Proceed. Huffing out against the gag, feeling exhausted but I needed to stay alert.

“Peyton was conceived that same night. Between the oil fields, cattle ranch and horse farm, Myles was always away so my pregnancy was fairly easy at sixteen. After Peyton turned two, Myles took over his raising, showing him the businesses and having him help, which Peyton thought was the bees-nees. I saw through that sly smile of Myles as Peyton slowly turned into a cold, emotionless child like his father and grandfather. Then Bain happened, which terrified me from the start because Myles was already molding Peyton into a monster, so I ran for it.” Her little nose sniffled softly, causing my own heart to ache for her. Being so scared of your husband’s mental control, and the safety of her children, how could someone do that to a person? It’s wrong, that’s what it is, just wrong.

“Thank you, but my running was short lived. Titan intercepted me, just north of our family home in Colorado with a few of his trained fighters, that he was turning into “Emotionless Fighters” for his high-paying clients. You talk about being scared shitless? The man he was partnered with, Raven, made every hair stand-on-end when he was around to observe the training, and the woman behind it all, The Madam, she was even scarier.”

Doesn’t explain why she’s a rat.

“I’m getting there, jeez. Myles locked me up until I delivered Bain, then he contracted a Witch to get rid of me, naturally preferably, but the idiot didn’t account for my lineage. The poison laced into my food had a different effect, and viola, the furry rodent roaming around the mansion. I had to watch my husband and mate, turn two innocent boys into monsters and I couldn’t stop it. I tried to divert them over the years, hiding important documents, talking to them in their sleep but it never changed anything. I think it made it worse.” Her sniffles grew heavier, crying with her as her tiny little heart ached for her sons.

I’m so sorry. Crying out against my gag, trying to swallow the saliva that collected against my tongue but failed miserably. But this is all just a dream, talking rat, witch, have no idea what a mate is, yeah, the hits to the head have made me delirious.

“Stop. I’ve faced my demons, now you need to do the same. I sense something strong in you, and for me to be able to link you, means you have Bear in your blood.” Right, Bear, like an actual bear is in me. I think the hit to my head earlier was definitely harder than I thought.

“Wait, do you know “what” you are?” Her soft voice sounded concerned with a strange mix of curiosity as her tiny toes scurried along my neck, dropping down to the stone floor as her little black eyes scanned around to make sure it was safe.

What I am, is scared, confused, and pissed off. What I am? Why am I feeling more and more delusional laying here?

“Don’t panic, this just makes it a little awkward, but I’ll help you through it.” Her little paws lifted up in a gentle pose as she touched my nose, staring at me with those tiny, large black eyes. Almost catching a glimpse of the woman trapped inside that small brownish-red body, feeling angry at Myles, her husband, for doing such a horrible thing to the one he was supposed to love and cherish. Inhaling sharply against the panging surge of heat as her tiny paws pulled away in a squeaking gasp.

“Honey, your eyes…their glowing.” Her voice dropped to a soft whisper, stepping closer to my face as her soft furry body rubbed soothingly along my trembling jaw, whimpering out as the thumping grew heavier, angrier with each breath I tried to inhale.

It’s not the first time. Izzy and her adoptive sons acted spooked but oddly, curious at my glowing eyes. Rolling over to my back, trying to slow my erratic breathing as the cool stone flooring agitated my burning flesh. Giggling softly as her tiny toes gripped along my shirt collar, hoisting her furry body up onto my chest with her whiskers and nose twitching a million miles a second.

“Who is this Izzy you talk about? And her sons?” Her voice held a certain gentleness as she inched closer to the gag, touching the latch buckle that secured it, turning my head enough so she could examine it.

Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I was just taken aback by the fact you’re talking to me through my head. I’m Elicia DeWalt, former girlfriend of your son Bain, but that was shattered the day I found him fucking his ex, Krystal, in my apartment. Same day I was planning to surprise him with an international trip.

Her shocked little eyes stared at me with a misty hue, placing her tiny paws to my cheek as a stray tear slipped down from my eye.

“Wait just a minute. You caught him with another girl in your apartment? That bastard!” Her angry squeak was too much to handle as the gag made my laughter sound like I was gargling mouthwash.