Danger.

He's back. I press my hind against the cold, metal cage, shivers slicing through my body.

I don't want him to come back. Bad things happen when he comes.

But the man is already in the room. He unlocks the cage door. I glance up at him, not wanting to move. I'm a wolf, not a mutt. They shouldn't treat me this way.

But I can't do anything. He is my pack leader; I have no power. He pulls out a stick and slams it down. I yelp as I can feel the pain ricochet along my spine as the rod makes contact with my back.

I fight the urge to snarl. I must obey. Obey!

Teeth slightly bared, I race out of the small area and out into a circular arena of sorts. Here I am again.

And I must win. For him.

Determined, I lower my muzzle to the ground, my paw slashing the dirt into the air in small plumes of clouds.

I can do this… nobody has beaten me. And they never will. Never.

My heart pounds, my legs tense.

The metal gate rises from the opposite side. A large white dog appears. His face has three cuts along his eye. His ribs show. How hard can he be to defeat?

I bare my teeth and growl. I lunge at the ghostly figure.

I outstretch my paws, waiting for the claws to make contact with the shaggy animal. But it moves.

I land with a hard thud on the concrete.

Blood trickles from my side. I hastily get up, my muzzle wrinkled into an ugly, menacing snarl. I WILL take down this dog!

I once again jump towards it.

Satisfaction. I have made contact. Blood spurts from his wounds. But I haven't beaten him. No, he's just angrier.

Filled with rage, he bounds forward and tackles me to the ground, saliva dripping from his snout.

I push up desperately, trying to escape.

But he has won. I can already sense it.

His force makes me crumble beneath him. I'm suddenly ashamed to call myself a wolf.

I whimper as his jaws open, his eyes blank and bland. Careless.

He slams his fore paw down onto my chest. I cough as the air is taken from me. Before I know it, his jaws are clamped around my neck. He shakes violently and ruthlessly. I squeal, my throat constricted by his forceful bite.

He flings me across the circular area.

I slam into the wall, gasping for breath. He approaches, almost in a prancing way; his legs lifting high.

I look up at him, asking for mercy. But he doesn't wish to listen and give me another chance to live. Another chance to fight.

He just waits. For what? I don't know.

Then I know. Because I can feel the blood grasping my fur, drenching my neck.

I become faint-headed. My head falls to the ground. My heart slows. I take one last breath… I try to hold on, but I can't. My vision blurs. Grey surfs up my sight. Then it fades to black. I exhale. Why couldn't I have been free—…?

A/N: (I know its short, its meant to be!) Each chapter will bring a different wolf with a most unfortunate ending.

Here are some things that I want to put out there:

-The chapter title is the wolf's name.

-At some points, there may be some dog stories mixed in- maybe even cats, but very rarely.

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