The next morning he went to see her bright and early to find her pacing, foot no longer injured. "Morning." He smiled. She snarled and banged against the bars.
"Stiles!" His dad barked grabbing him and dragging him away. "Stay away from that thing. It's a monster."
"She's just scared." Stiles snapped back.
"She's a wild animal and i don't want you anywhere near here." His father barked. Looking at her bright blue eyes over his shoulder he sighed and went to the wall. Looking out at the woods beyond he felt nothing but anger. Storming past the wall he wandered along a path he'd never followed before. After a long time of angry walking he slowed, feeling tired and hungry and hopeless. Looking around at trees he'd never seen before he wondered where he was. These were not his woods. He turned to go back the way he came but the path was barely there and hard to follow. All the snapping twigs and noise drew the attention of some of the woodland creatures. Birds scattered, squirrels scurried, and wolves howled. He did not usually hear these noises on his woodland journeys, but he didn't worry. In the woods he was safe. He always had been. He kept going. Until a wolf stopped in front of him. Its eyes were not blue and its fur was grey. It was not the size of a horse, but more the size of a wolf. It lowered its head, ears back, teeth bared, snarling viciously. Another appeared on his left and then two more on his right. He knew there were more, but he really didn't care. "Hey there angrywolf." He said softly. It snapped its teeth and the pack advanced on him all at once. He was knocked to the ground, hit his head on something, probably a tree and was unconscious.