Prologue
It's dark. I can smell it, blood.
It was the night of the full moon and the werewolf was in the middle of a chase, a chase of hide and seek. He was seeking the blood, and hiding from the people with sticks that shot those strange lights.
The smell almost made him whine, but he held it in. Where was that smell coming from?!
All he had ever wanted was a pack, someplace to belong, but who would take a lone wolf? Lone wolfs were hazards that were avoided at all costs. Even finding a mate would settle this loneliness…
He was almost there!
Then a green colored light struck the tree to the right of him. He yelped but kept running, how much farther could it be? Save for that distraction he could have out run them, but that burst of light had slowed him down enough for the people with sticks to catch up to him.
A red light shot out and suddenly he was bound in rope.
How dare they!
The people with sticks started laughing and yipping like a pack of jackals. They circled him…
He quickly lashed out to disarm them (literally), but just got caught in the binding, making the pack laugh harder and started moving in.
"Oh, poor little wolf, got lost from its pack." Came the voice of a female above him.
"He don't have no pack, and he ain't no little wolf, although he could have potential. Should he keep him as a pet, or give him away?" came the voice of a man across from the female.
He snarled, showing his teeth. A pet indeed! Did they think him a common house mutt?
But that only made them laugh, "Lets give him to our lord, he'll have fun breaking him."
They all seemed to agree because they all got into a fight about who would get to be the one to give the gift. Then the apparent leader pointed his stick at the most vocal one of the group and a green light shot out, the person then started screaming like he had been mauled, but he could not see a mark on him.
The other people then seemed to decide to let that man take control. To believe that even humans follow the rule of nature, that the strongest win, was both comforting and disturbing.
But he didn't get time to think of this for long, since the new leader then smiled gleefully and pointed his stick at me.
He went to snarl but it died in his throat as a colored light hit him and all went black.