My body feels light as the adrenaline continues pumping through my body. My paws sink into the ground during every step I take. I feel like I'm flying. Or maybe that's the feeling that you get when you're about to faint. Either way, I know I'm going to collapse soon, because that's what happens when you're malnourished and you run all day.
At this point, I don't know where I'm going, or where I want to go. I just want to get away.
I run and run and run as the afternoon stretches into the evening. Although night is cooler than the day, which is a plus, it's also darker. The darkness is what eventually led me to twisting my paw, and falling into a small ravine. The fall didn't hurt, but my paw definitely did. And there's no way I'm getting out of here anytime soon.
So this is how I'm going to die. Injured, malnourished, and alone. In a hole. In the dark. I close my eyes and rest my head on my good paw. And I slowly drift away. Into a heavy sleep.
I wake up to howling. A lot of loud howling. I would move my head to see where it was coming from, but I'm too tired. And I just don't care at this point. After everything I've been through, I kind of just want to die.
I try to ignore all the noise and just fall asleep again, but it just keeps getting louder. Until it's right above me.
I hear voices. Great. Just great. Now these werewolves will capture me and torture me. They are acting worried, like they actually care. This is just their plan to make me trust them so they can stab me in the back later. Maybe literally.
"The poor wolf! How did she even get out here?"
Sounds like a female. An older female.
"Where's the rest of her pack?"
Different female.
"She could be a loner."
Male.
"We should bring her back to the pack house."
The first female again.
"That's not a good idea. She's definitely a loner, and they're probably a bad reason why."
Another female.
"Look at her. She's going to die out here if we don't help."
New male. I like his scent.
"Yes, we are bringing her back with us for sure."
Male, sounds older.
I look up. They're is no getting out of this. I should at least know who my future murderers are.
There's four females, and three males. One female looks older, and one male looks older. They're probably the alphas. And the male with the good scent looks a lot like the alpha, he's probably his son.
"Hey, she's looking at us," a blonde female said.
No kidding, Sherlock.
"Great," the alpha said. "Can you turn into your human form?"
Oh great, he's talking to me. Does it look like I'm able to transform right now?
I shake my head slightly.
"She's too weak to transform," the alpha told the group. "Son, you're the strongest one here. You can carry her back to the pack house."
"Ok, dad," he answered.
He had such a good scent.
The next thing I knew, I was being carried through the rest of the woods.
"I'm Zane, by the way." He told me.
I would tell him my name, but I'm too tired and weak, and I don't want my kidnappers to know my name.
