After watching her parents die, Rosabelle was taken to the hide out of the biker group called The Nightshade Rebels. They weren't kind to her but did make sure she was bandaged and let her heal for a few weeks after she was kidnapped. Rosabelle wore a raggedy old shirt that one of the men gave her that stopped at her knees due to her small form. She was only 14 when the men would tell her to get them things like food or beers. Rosabelle even cleaned the hang out which was deep into the woods.

This continued for a few more years as the bikers would leave her for days at a time, sometimes locked in her closet like bedroom. Rosabelle heard the motorcycles pull up as she stood ready to be let out to clean or even cook for the 13 bikers. The leader, Levi opened her door and pulled her out roughly. "Ok girl get to work on food for the boys." He said with a rough voice. Rosabelle nodded as she started cooking at the small kitchen. While the men sat and laughed while she cooked, Rosabelle made sure she cooked the food for them but felt off. Being 16, Rosabelle could tell something was different about her but waved it off when she heard Levi yell about food. She quickly finished the food and gave the plates to each of the men before sitting down next to the closet.

Listening to the men chewing and them laugh at things made Rosabelle's ears ring which she winced in pain at the ringing as it kept going. Rosabelle continued to look down at her feet when she held back the tears from the ringing growing louder and louder while the men grew louder with their laughter. Before Rosabelle could look up, the door busted down by a rather large man. She quickly reacted by getting in the closet and hiding. The ringing grew louder as it drowned out the sounds of the men getting their buttons kicked by a small group of people. 

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"Curtis! Curtis!!" Dominic slid across the muddy ground as another shot rang out, whizzing passed his ear within inches. "No... no no no no." He lowered himself to not be an easy target from their pursuer, collapsing next to the other downed guard. Red seeped from his chest wound and Curtis was desperately trying to breathe through the blood that was filling his lungs. "Oh, God." Dom's hands went to his friend's chest in some attempt at stopping the bleeding, but it was pointless.

"Take c...c... care of mom." More blood pooled out of Curtis's lips as he grabbed onto Dominic's wrists with the last of his strength. "D.. Dom. Please."

The therian nodded and swallowed the guilt rising into his throat. It should've been him that took the bullet, not Curtis. "I will. I promise." Whatever sliver of life the fellow guard was hanging onto to wait for that very assurance slipped away as a final breath gurgled from his mouth.

Another shot exploded through the quiet woods, but Dominic barely flinched. Rage began to fill him up completely as he stared at the dead guard. His dead friend. A woman's wailing suddenly erupted through his mind making him wince and grab at his head. Pain, sharp and searing, lanced through his body at the same moment and he knew undoubtedly that Curtis's mother, a psychic diviner, realized what had just happened to her son.

"I'm sorry, Billie Mae," he spoke into the open though the woman was nowhere nearby. He knew she would somehow still hear his thoughts spoken aloud. "It was supposed to be me. I..." The anger again began to rise and he could feel his body reacting in kind. His muscles and bones stretched and transformed until he was fully in wolf form, a low growl billowing from his chest. The killer hadn't shifted though, the rifle poised at his shoulder while he continued hunting them down not far off.

Dominic padded quietly through the trees and circled behind the unsuspecting serial murderer. It had taken a few weeks to finally find him. He had left a trail of bodies and hid well behind a biker gang that had taken up shop within Therian woods. Whether they knew what the lycan was doing remained to be seen, but from what he heard of the club, they weren't exactly the best when it came to being on the right side of the law. Though, neither was he.

He could hear Aureus's words already as he angled himself in shadow, directly parallel to the murderer. He hadn't been with the Ailwards long, but for whatever reason the aspect seemed to take a liking to Dominic. It made him feel like a charity case if anything, but he owed him. 'Don't always act out of emotion.' 'You're better than you want to believe.' Not today. Not right now. Not when Curtis was lying dead some fifteen yards away because of this piece of shit monster that had killed a number of innocent people. Another growl rumbled from him at a volume he intended the other to hear. Dom wanted him to know that this was the moment his life was about to end.

The gun swung in his direction, but the guard was too fast. Leaping from the brush, Dominic's jaws latched onto the man's throat and tore through it completely before they even hit the ground from the momentum. The killer landed hard and clutched at his neck frantically while Dom watched until his writhing finally stopped and the light left his eyes. Shifting back, he grabbed his jeans and leather jacket just as headlights swung his way from the road. A familiar truck carrying a few of the other guards had finally arrived. 

The small group of Ailwards moved up towards the house. Laughter and loud music could be heard through the cracked window, the scents of cigarettes, alcohol, and something cooking assaulting his sensitive nose. Dominic had a singular focus then and a need to release the warring emotions of losing his friend, so while the others were working out a plan on how to enter the house, he decided the front door was as good a place as any.

Kicking in the cheap wood, the door came off the hinges, splintering the frame. It had the desired effect. The rest of the occupants in the house came running and Dominic got to work those emotions out.

It didn't take very long for the guards to subdue the bikers. Dominic had had his hand in a few of the broken bones divvied out to them. Still, with no one left to release his wrath, the inevitable began as he had to process the loss of Curtis. He could hear the others around him making plans to have the bikers arrested since it turned out they were dealing in drugs among other things. Another spoke about having Curtis's body moved which made Dominic wince. He closed his eyes and tried to wrestle down the wave of pain. The house was suddenly too small to contain him.

He began heading back outside when the scent of another made him pause. His smokey gray eyes zeroed on the nearest closet, his head tilting slightly. Maybe another one of the gang who tried to hide from them. The therian yanked open the door and was rather pleased he would get to possibly smash another one of their faces in, but instead he was surprised to find a thin girl cowering in the shadows. His dark brow lifted. He didn't even want to guess at what she had possibly gone through with them.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Dominic tried to remove the rage from his tone and keep it steady, but it came out more matter-of-fact. Kneeling, he attempted to get a better look at her. "It's okay. You're safe now, I promise. We can get you out of here. Away from them. Do you have a family? Somewhere safe to go?"

Rosabelle cowered more as she watched the much larger man kneel down infront of her. Her hearing picked up his slight rage in his tone when he spoke. Rosabelle couldn't help but whimper as she kept her eyes on his when he looked at her. Hearing the other voices outside the closet, Rosabelle kept her legs close to her chest as she looked back at Dominic. Her head slowly shook at his questions as she then winced at the mentioned her family. Rosabelle was about to open her mouth to tell the man about her parents being killed by the men but soon froze at the sight of a person standing behind the knelt down man. 

Her blue eyes soon glowed a bit in the dark part of the closet, going unnoticed by Rosabelle since she didn't know what she was and knew nothing of the supernatural world. Rosabelle soon moved and looked at the men, getting a small amount of courage to move and speak slightly. "N-No I don't have my family anymore." She spoke hoarsely as she then coughed alittle due to not using her voice in years. "T-The men killed them before t-taking me." She said softly as she then winced at the smell of the blood and noticed Dominic's hand was black and blue. "Y-Your hand.." She said as she gently touched his hand with her delicate, yet cold hands. Rosabelle grabbed a wet rag she had before hiding and started to dab it clean from the blood of the bikers. Her frame was small and very thin compared to other women. Her body was covered in bruises as she had not shifted yet. Her eyes glanced at the man behind Dominic as she kept shivering in fear as she kept cleaning Dominic's hand.

Dom kept his crouched position steady as he waited for the young woman to answer. She looked beyond frail and terrified. He was wishing he could make the rounds again on these assholes who had kept her. At her slight shaking of the head to his questions, Dominic knew she was going to have a hell of a time recovering physically and mentally from this without support from anyone who may have loved her. 

The shift she made to gather herself even farther back into the closet made his head tilt slightly to keep his eyes on her. The sure footsteps of someone behind him stopped and he knew who it was from the scent alone. Daniel, another guard, lowered himself to see what had Dom focused on a seemingly empty closet. "Oh."

"Yeah," was all he responded and noted the sudden azure glow coming from the girl's eyes. He knew that response all too well. A fellow therian. 

Dominic watched as she tentatively crawled from her dark corner and came further into the light a few moments later. Her appearance was even worse than he thought. She was pale and had bluish rings under her eyes, the bones beneath her skin visible from lack of nourishment. As she reached for his hand and inspected it, Dominic lifted a brow while she began wiping away the evidence of the brawl that had taken place just minutes before. He caught Daniel's matching expression. Dom wondered if this was something she was used to doing for the members of the gang, cleaning and caring for them whenever they came back a bloody mess.

"I'm alright. I've had worse," Dominic replied, slowly removing his hand from hers. He could see her hesitation and unease with Daniel watching. He dug his hand into the pocket of his pants and produced a keyring. "Do me a favor and get my bike? It's down the road." The other guard seemed to pick up on the cue and nodded, taking the keys and heading back out the splintered doorframe of the house. 

His gaze swung back to the fragile therian before him. If she were human, he might've left her for when the cops came to deal with, but given she wasn't... "My people and I have a safe place you can go to to rest. Clean up, stay for a while. If you have anything here you want to bring, pack it now." His hues had eased from their vibrant grey to their usual hazel now that he had a different focus. "I'm Dominic. What's your name?"

Rosabelle looked at Dom before looking back at Daniel who had left the two. When Dom spoke and asked her, her name. Her throat got dry but she opened her mouth to speak but before she could let out a word, her body flinched and something had started to break inside her which made her gasp. Bones continued to break and contort into something else. Rosabelle's eyes glowed their azure flor as she let out a whimper when she touched the ground. Fur started to sprout out of her already pale skin. As she looked at Dom, Rosabelle had fangs slipping out of her lips as she then let out a growl like scream as the breaking grew more intense. "H-Help." She managed to say as she let out more of an animalistic sound of pain. 

Her mind was running through everything as she even tried to fight the urge to stop her from changing only for her to be in more drastic pain as it made her body spasm and made her collapse in the closet halfway. She was still conscious as she tried to look at Dominic for some kind of help. Rosabelle didn't know what she was or about anything about their world but she knew she would know soon enough. Her hands changed into paws and her body making it more difficult for her to even breath like she was used to. Rosabelle gripped her sides with her paws as she then sliced her dress she wore, revealing more of her body as she was soon had larger sprouts of fur as her body contorted into her feline form. Rosabelle was hoping this would end but she ended up fighting more only to just be in more pain that ever, this took a lot of her energy as she looked at Dom with tears as her eyes shifted from human to feline. 

Her body convulsed a little as she kept fighting, even though the fighting wasn't helping and also making the process go slower while being painful for her. Unknown to her that her name was branded to her lower back, 'Rosabelle' The brand read as she kept screaming and clawing the ground as her body kept shifting. Once she lost the fight with shifting, Rosabelle let her body go as she laid on the floor unconscious while the fur and bone breaking continued in front of Dom. 

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