BeastUnbelievable. He did it. He actually did it!! It took him 5 years, but it’s done. I can’t stay here any longer now that it’s completed. He will destroy the little conscience I have left. I will finally become his unstoppable killing machine.NO! I WILL NOT!I WILL NOT BECOME HIS TOY!!!NOT NOW! NOT EVER!I look around my cage and check for the guards. Three... I can deal with it. From under my cot I take the little string I stole from one of the guests. Supposedly, it’s a piece of jewelry, but I can’t imagine what it’s used as. I have never had or seen any jewelry so I have basically no knowledge of it. HE never let me have anything that could be used as a weapon, forgetting that I was trained to be able to use ANYTHING as a weapon. Give me a string, I will strangle you with it, give me a shoe and I will make you choke on it, give me clothes, and I will find a way to use them to kill you.That’s what I was trained to do since I was 6. At least I think I was 6, maybe it started e
BeastI have been running through the woods for hours now. It’s getting dark and cold and my legs start hurting a little. It’s uncomfortable, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I have had worse anyway.I haven’t eaten anything for the whole day; I’ve never learnt how to survive in the wild. I can kill, though. Maybe I can catch something, but how am I going to prepare it... I may not know a lot, but I do know that I can’t digest raw meat. So starving it is. I’d rather stay hungry than end up sick in the middle of the woods.As the sky gets darker I search the woods for a place to rest a little. In the distance I notice a huge tree, I don’t know what kind of tree it is, I was never taught that, but its branches look thick and sturdy enough for me to climb on it and rest a little. I head straight towards it, trying to avoid having my eyes gouged by some lower spiky branches in my way. Can’t end up blind, right?I don’t know if I can climb a tree, but it’s worth trying. Who knows what live
Beast I wake up with a start hearing a growling sound. I try to calm myself and let the memories slip away into the dreamland. I can’t believe I fell asleep. The growling sound gets louder and I get into attack mode, crouching on my branch. Looking down from it I see a group of 4 wolves circling the tree I’m sitting on, snarling and growling at me.They are huge. Isn’t that unnatural? Were wolves always that big? One of them is black with beautiful amber eyes. He’s looking straight into my eyes. The others are mostly brown with white patches over them, apart from the 5th one I haven't noticed earlier, standing still few yards away from others. He’s a white and grey wolf with dark patches over his ears and paws. Just like the black one, he’s watching me, but he’s looking at me with clear hostility in his eyes. Wait, what? Can wolves feel emotions? Hostility?I look back to the black wolf. He’s sitting on his rump now, simply looking at me with his head tilted, as if waiting for someth
BeastWe go through the woods for a while. One of the brown wolves goes first with the grey and white one, then me and the black one, followed by the other brown ones. I’ve learned some time ago that this kind of set-up is usually used when protecting someone. I’ve heard that some of the important guests that came to the house would use three or more cars, theirs being the middle one.They’re protecting the black wolf. The leader.I never knew animals could be this organized.But I never learned a lot about animals to begin with, so it makes sense I don’t know shit about them. Another useful phrase I learned.The wolves up front stop and look back at us. We are in a clearing in the middle of the woods, but there are many small houses around it, hidden in the trees with their doors directed towards the clearing.Wait, HOUSES?What the hell?So these wolves ARE domesticated? And whoever is keeping them lives here?The black wolf steps up front to the other two, for hell knows what and I
Beast My whole body hurts. Every single muscle is aching and I can’t breathe properly. I never imagined I would die this way. I never actually imagined my death ever. I didn’t have time to think about it.I see little black dots in front of me and I immediately know that I’m about to pass out. I have to breathe!The black wolf seems to see my troubles with breathing and stops his administrations. The second he stops I can breathe again. I take deep breaths in and out trying to calm myself down. The aching is still there, but I think I’ve just strained my muscles too much. Nothing serious. But the question is:WHAT WAS THAT?!Let’s think again.After pushing me to sit on the bed, the black wolf lay down in front of me and after a minute of staring at my bloody feet he started licking them clean. As soon as he slid tongue over my feet I yelped and scrambled back on the bed, trying to get away from the weird sensation. It wasn’t really painful, I’ve had worse, but it made my body react
Beast I slept. That much I know. While I was THERE I never slept. I had my naps when I was exhausted or I would simply relax with my eyes closed. But I would always be alert and ready to attack if need be.The sun shines through the hole I would call a window, signaling it’s daytime. I snuggle closer into the wolf to steal some more of his warmth. I know it’s the black wolf, I remember everything perfectly.Somehow, with him, I allowed myself a moment of vulnerability, something I have never done since I was a child. But with the black wolf I almost feel safe. Almost, as I don’t know anything about those wolves and whoever is taking care of them. I also have to keep an eye on THEM. If letting me leave was some sort of HIS games, then I have to keep moving. Staying in one place is the worst strategy ever. The good thing about this place is that it’s in the middle of the woods. Its density cuts the visibility to about 30 to 40 feet.I notice the black wolf waking up. He snuggles his he
Beast The day was unbelievably uneventful, except for the black wolf following me everywhere, as if sensing that I want to leave and not wanting to let me do it.I came to a conclusion that there are really no people here when I noticed other wolves go in and out of the houses around the clearing all the time. They must have found the abandoned houses and are now using them. For what? I don’t know, and don’t care.What's been unnerving me for the whole day was the grey wolf. He was watching me just like the guards THERE in the beginning, daring me to do something that would give him an excuse to rip me apart. He usually stays just on the verge of the tree line and watches me and the black wolf.We are sitting on the front porch of the house I stayed in last time, me on a chair and the black wolf on his belly by my feet. They look a little better, now that I have them clean, wrapped and covered. I cleaned them twice today, each time with the help of the black wolf, as I didn’t find an
Leo I’m brutally woken up by my Beta, Mason, as he yells something about humans on our land into the mind link.My wolf does not like how disrespectful he’s being about it, but I ignore him. The humans are more important. There have been no sightings of humans here for decades, so having them show up now makes everyone a little stressed about it. Okay, a lot. It’s not a natural situation for us, as we can’t communicate with them in any way or they may try to hunt us down or something.My pack, the Dark Moon, is different than others.We’re cursed.Or the pack land is. I never cared to find out because I had to take over the position as Alpha after my father at the age of 15. Making the pack stronger was my most important task. I’ve always detested how weak our wolves were. That was mostly the reason why the humans were able to hunt us down almost to extinction with ease. Now there are about 50 or so wolves in my pack. Every one of them, except for the pups, is a great warrior that ot