Owwwwwwww" I groaned as I struggled against the thick chains holding me captive, the tight metal collar burned my throat.
My bones were chilled by the icy wind that bit at me. My fur coat did not provide me with any warmth. It was thinning out as a result of my worry, fear, and anxiety.
Lack of food and water also made things difficult for me.
I have not been in my human form since I arrived here. They kept us tethered when we were wolves.
I was unable to shift back because of my weakness. I felt like I was being punished for being alive and having a wolf because I was being treated like a mutt and chained outside.
I tried to limber up by pacing around the small area I had as the snow and ice crunched beneath my paws. Today I had to fight once more. They treated us like fighting dogs.
They wagered on us, on who would win, and on who would bleed first.
The stinging bite mark from the battle was still hurting me on my shoulder. Despite my victory, there was no ultimate prize.
If you're their favourite, they might award the winner with a tiny cup of tainted water and a piece of rotten flesh.
In their favour, I knelt on the ground, bowed my head, and awaited being led to my combat. I've been there for over two years now. Nearly as long as I have been here, there is just one other wolf.
I had never seen her and had only heard men making oblique jokes about her after fights.
The others are hardly old; most stay for a brief while before passing away. We are continually bringing in new ones. I could only make out one, and it was only a few feet away. She was a diminutive wolf with a copper coat. She was frail, and we both knew she wouldn't last long.
As soon as I heard footsteps coming toward me, I snapped my head up. It was Butch, a rather tall, hulking man. I was constantly accompanied to the arena by him.
You are aware of the drill: I will murder you if you attempt to flee. He took my collar's chain off and grabbed my scruff. It hurt severely.
The tight metal collar had left my neck's flesh raw and red. He carried me into the jungle until we came to an area that was used as an arena.
The earlier battles had left the white snow-stained scarlet, giving the air an ironic fragrance.
Zack pushed me into the centre of the group of men. They alternated between grabbing me, punching me, and pinning my ears.
A huge brown wolf, perhaps a gamma's daughter, was standing across from me. She had a thin coat that was stained with dried blood and filth. We were then enclosed in an open circle by the men, who closed both sides.
Put money down immediately! Our two oldest are engaged in this fight!" I observed the men pulling out wads of cash and giving them to the ringleader. As she did the same to me, I observed my adversary and searched for her flaws. We were both driven to succeed because we both understood what would happen if we lost. "You're aware of the laws! Go!"
Immediately, the brown wolf charges at me. She surprised me and threw me to the ground. She was clenching her teeth and slamming her jaw at my neck as she attempted to pierce my flesh. I raised my rear legs and sank my teeth into her belly's tender flesh. She whimpered as I tore the tattoo off of her skin; warm blood began to seep into my fur from her abdomen.
I drew blood as the men applauded. They were unwell. With my guard up, I shoved her off of me and circled her. As she tried to approach me once more, I let out a growl. She tried to scratch my face with her front claws as she pushed herself up on her hind legs. To avoid it, I bit her front paw. She hissed and buried her claws close to my ribs along my side. We began to thrash about, growl, and tear and bite at any flesh we could reach. She made the error of leaving her neck unprotected, which I took. I bit down hard on her neck with my teeth.
My mouth was full of her blood, leaving a taste of metal. As she fought me, I threw my entire body weight on her, pinning her firmly to the ground. As they yelled at me to kill her, the men's cheers grew louder. She fought valiantly to throw me off as I dug my canines impossibly deeper. She screamed and hissed loudly as I felt her bonce crush beneath my hold. I gave my head one last twist before snapping her neck, causing her bleeding corpse to fall limp on my lips. She was finished, and I lowered her lifeless body to the ground when I was certain of it.
As they lost their wager, the men were yelling at one another and cheering loudly. I shut them out. Why would they celebrate killing someone? I never meant to kill or rob anyone of their right to life, but that's how things were done here.
Either you were killed or you were killed.
The night's calm was broken by a scream. The men were shrieking instructions at each other and the other women were yelling in terror, which I could hear. My hackles stood up in fear when I smelled burning oak trees wafting through the woodland. Most likely, the males were participating in one of their so-called "buzz parties." In the middle of nowhere, they build a large campfire and become quite intoxicated. I'm not any more relieved as a result. They would occasionally leave us alone, get so wasted that they would just pass out, come back the next day with terrible hangovers, and spend the entire day sleeping. Most of the time, they would circle and select one of us, beating us mercilessly; if you managed to live, you were lucky. I've already witnessed it once. They smelled strongly of beer and vomit. I felt queasy from the mere thought of it.Then I noticed the men sprinting through the trees while holding torches over a roaring fire. My snout burned from the gasoline odour that
My vision began to blur as a result of blood loss. I could feel my body dwindling and becoming weaker. The wolf's breath smelled like a wet dog's meat. With all of my last effort, I shoved him away, and he fell into a tree. He was snarling and kicking his lips as he stood up and stalked toward me. I saw that my vision was fogged and that I had shifted back. I anticipated my fatal blow as I saw him pounce, but it never materialized. Before I lost consciousness, I heard a man's voice.I groaned in irritation as the sun shone right in my eyes. When I tried to roll over, a wave of anguish swept over my body. I opened my eyes and found myself in a strange room. My defences rose right away. I felt the need to leave because of the strange room and the smell of pack territory.The space was white and a soft blue. I was seated on what appeared to be a hospital bed with a few vacant chairs. There was a door off to my left and a sizable window with a lovely view of a mountain range off to my rig
My arms were trembling from strain and agony as I gently sat up. My muscles ached because I hadn't moved in a long. I removed the sticky pads from my chest and heard a muffled beeping coming from down the corridor. I pulled the IV out and made an effort to stand. Before falling and using the wall as support, I managed to take two steps. I was pleading with my leg and ribs to sit down.I limped to the door and twisted the lock on the knob while supporting myself on the wall with my right hand and my left arm.Two sets of footsteps that were coming my way were audible. A male and a female, one was hefty and the other light. I swiftly turned around out of panic. I let go of the wall with my hand and fell over on my leg. I attempted to balance myself on my other leg, but it was unable to support the full weight, and I collapsed to the ground.The two sets of footfall grew louder, indicating a closer distance. I stood up shakily and limped back to the bed. I seized the necessary IV, ripped
POV of Jennifer In comparison to my height of 5'6, the man was an intimidatingly towering 6'0. His large build allowed you to see his muscles through his shirt. He exuded a sense of dominance, which made me cautious of him even more.My protective stance caused my muscles to stiffen up. I kept a wary eye on him, expecting him to strike me or yell at me for trying to get away. I reflexively trembled when he raised his fists, squeezing my eyes tight in anticipation of a punch. I waited for a few seconds, but there was no hit. He was in the "I surrender" position with both hands in the air when I first opened my eyes. He was looking at me with interest.I won't harm you, I assure you. There was no way in hell I was trusting him since I didn't believe him. I remained silent while watching him in anticipation of his response. I'm Tarra, the Mountain Ridge pack's beta. You can address me as Casper. He extended his hand for a handshake, but I took a step back to maintain a safe gap between
POV of JenniferI traversed the new landscape as I ran. The luscious blood of the tiny deer I gorged on still tasted in my mouth. I leapt over the downed cedar tree and began to walk along the tiny creek that took me back to the pack shack. It was peculiar. I've always been subject to other people's orders and have never experienced true independence. Terr let me behave however I wanted. I didn't trust him anymore. He is the only person to whom I have spoken outside the one question I asked him in the hospital. After a few days of healing, I spent my time scouting the pack's area and doing my best to stay away from everyone.Avoiding everyone, though, was exceedingly challenging. In the pack home, where my chamber was located, the pack appeared to like hanging out and gossiping. It was challenging to enter and exit my room covertly. I was uneasy in this place. I felt as though everyone was staring at me, so I stood up. I had no place here.When I saw the pack house, I hurried straight
POV of Damian Even though it was still very dark outside, you could already clearly sense the tension. Nearly everyone was already awake and occupied with a job or chore of some kind. The first stages of the packs supper for tonight, which wouldn't be served for at least another dozen hours or more, were already in the process of preparation. The girls were chatting while they prepared the dishes, wondering if the alpha would like them. The maids, or omegas as they are often known, could be heard cleaning each room to make it more appealing. The men were outside practicing, competing to prove who was the best warrior in order to impress their boss and chief instructor. The same calm I heard every other morning was broken by their snarls and barks resonating through the brisk morning air. I was still sequestered in my room, shaking. I was tucked up in the tool's corner, all balled up. My head was wedged between my knees. The memory of my nightmare is still very recent. Despite how
POV of Jennifer When I heard the purr of a car approaching from a distance of a few kilometers, I realized I had to begin traveling back. By listening to the noises the car was making, you could almost hear how pricey it was. He was the fabled Alpha that everyone was talking about, so I knew it had to be him. No one would need to return to this region because there was nothing nearby for miles. I would know because I've been foraging and attempting to memorize the area for the past week.I turned my head to the west, where the car was approaching from. The distant Talk Mountains almost seemed to be tempting me to sprint over to them. I only had to move quickly. I could get away from the Alpha's rule and the pack. There was nobody nearby or in the area to stop me. I only needed to be more careful the following time to avoid getting caught in order for me to be free.Not me. I could have, but I didn't. I turned around and went back the other way, east. Running would have been a gesture
POV of Jennifer When I heard the purr of a car approaching from a distance of a few kilometers, I realized I had to begin traveling back. By listening to the noises the car was making, you could almost hear how pricey it was. He was the fabled Alpha that everyone was talking about, so I knew it had to be him. No one would need to return to this region because there was nothing nearby for miles. I would know because I've been foraging and attempting to memorize the area for the past week.I turned my head to the west, where the car was approaching from. The distant Talk Mountains almost seemed to be tempting me to sprint over to them. I only had to move quickly. I could get away from the Alpha's rule and the pack. There was nobody nearby or in the area to stop me. I only needed to be more careful the following time to avoid getting caught in order for me to be free.Not me. I could have, but I didn't. I turned around and went back the other way, east. Running would have been a gesture
POV of Damian Even though it was still very dark outside, you could already clearly sense the tension. Nearly everyone was already awake and occupied with a job or chore of some kind. The first stages of the packs supper for tonight, which wouldn't be served for at least another dozen hours or more, were already in the process of preparation. The girls were chatting while they prepared the dishes, wondering if the alpha would like them. The maids, or omegas as they are often known, could be heard cleaning each room to make it more appealing. The men were outside practicing, competing to prove who was the best warrior in order to impress their boss and chief instructor. The same calm I heard every other morning was broken by their snarls and barks resonating through the brisk morning air. I was still sequestered in my room, shaking. I was tucked up in the tool's corner, all balled up. My head was wedged between my knees. The memory of my nightmare is still very recent. Despite how
POV of JenniferI traversed the new landscape as I ran. The luscious blood of the tiny deer I gorged on still tasted in my mouth. I leapt over the downed cedar tree and began to walk along the tiny creek that took me back to the pack shack. It was peculiar. I've always been subject to other people's orders and have never experienced true independence. Terr let me behave however I wanted. I didn't trust him anymore. He is the only person to whom I have spoken outside the one question I asked him in the hospital. After a few days of healing, I spent my time scouting the pack's area and doing my best to stay away from everyone.Avoiding everyone, though, was exceedingly challenging. In the pack home, where my chamber was located, the pack appeared to like hanging out and gossiping. It was challenging to enter and exit my room covertly. I was uneasy in this place. I felt as though everyone was staring at me, so I stood up. I had no place here.When I saw the pack house, I hurried straight
POV of Jennifer In comparison to my height of 5'6, the man was an intimidatingly towering 6'0. His large build allowed you to see his muscles through his shirt. He exuded a sense of dominance, which made me cautious of him even more.My protective stance caused my muscles to stiffen up. I kept a wary eye on him, expecting him to strike me or yell at me for trying to get away. I reflexively trembled when he raised his fists, squeezing my eyes tight in anticipation of a punch. I waited for a few seconds, but there was no hit. He was in the "I surrender" position with both hands in the air when I first opened my eyes. He was looking at me with interest.I won't harm you, I assure you. There was no way in hell I was trusting him since I didn't believe him. I remained silent while watching him in anticipation of his response. I'm Tarra, the Mountain Ridge pack's beta. You can address me as Casper. He extended his hand for a handshake, but I took a step back to maintain a safe gap between
My arms were trembling from strain and agony as I gently sat up. My muscles ached because I hadn't moved in a long. I removed the sticky pads from my chest and heard a muffled beeping coming from down the corridor. I pulled the IV out and made an effort to stand. Before falling and using the wall as support, I managed to take two steps. I was pleading with my leg and ribs to sit down.I limped to the door and twisted the lock on the knob while supporting myself on the wall with my right hand and my left arm.Two sets of footsteps that were coming my way were audible. A male and a female, one was hefty and the other light. I swiftly turned around out of panic. I let go of the wall with my hand and fell over on my leg. I attempted to balance myself on my other leg, but it was unable to support the full weight, and I collapsed to the ground.The two sets of footfall grew louder, indicating a closer distance. I stood up shakily and limped back to the bed. I seized the necessary IV, ripped
My vision began to blur as a result of blood loss. I could feel my body dwindling and becoming weaker. The wolf's breath smelled like a wet dog's meat. With all of my last effort, I shoved him away, and he fell into a tree. He was snarling and kicking his lips as he stood up and stalked toward me. I saw that my vision was fogged and that I had shifted back. I anticipated my fatal blow as I saw him pounce, but it never materialized. Before I lost consciousness, I heard a man's voice.I groaned in irritation as the sun shone right in my eyes. When I tried to roll over, a wave of anguish swept over my body. I opened my eyes and found myself in a strange room. My defences rose right away. I felt the need to leave because of the strange room and the smell of pack territory.The space was white and a soft blue. I was seated on what appeared to be a hospital bed with a few vacant chairs. There was a door off to my left and a sizable window with a lovely view of a mountain range off to my rig
The night's calm was broken by a scream. The men were shrieking instructions at each other and the other women were yelling in terror, which I could hear. My hackles stood up in fear when I smelled burning oak trees wafting through the woodland. Most likely, the males were participating in one of their so-called "buzz parties." In the middle of nowhere, they build a large campfire and become quite intoxicated. I'm not any more relieved as a result. They would occasionally leave us alone, get so wasted that they would just pass out, come back the next day with terrible hangovers, and spend the entire day sleeping. Most of the time, they would circle and select one of us, beating us mercilessly; if you managed to live, you were lucky. I've already witnessed it once. They smelled strongly of beer and vomit. I felt queasy from the mere thought of it.Then I noticed the men sprinting through the trees while holding torches over a roaring fire. My snout burned from the gasoline odour that
Owwwwwwww" I groaned as I struggled against the thick chains holding me captive, the tight metal collar burned my throat.My bones were chilled by the icy wind that bit at me. My fur coat did not provide me with any warmth. It was thinning out as a result of my worry, fear, and anxiety. Lack of food and water also made things difficult for me.I have not been in my human form since I arrived here. They kept us tethered when we were wolves.I was unable to shift back because of my weakness. I felt like I was being punished for being alive and having a wolf because I was being treated like a mutt and chained outside.I tried to limber up by pacing around the small area I had as the snow and ice crunched beneath my paws. Today I had to fight once more. They treated us like fighting dogs.They wagered on us, on who would win, and on who would bleed first.The stinging bite mark from the battle was still hurting me on my shoulder. Despite my victory, there was no ultimate prize.If you're