I felt cold and clammy, and the first thing I did when I shifted my aching body into a sitting position was vomit onto the floor. A wolf dog crawls over to me, slowly, and for a second I panic. I realize it's one of the two dogs who were with me in the loft of the...
I never finish the thought because I realize I'm not in the loft of the Bunker anymore. I'm in a cold concrete cell with one window and one door, The window is barred and the door looked like a solid sheet of metal with a tiny glass window.
It was horribly cold in this little concrete cell, and my skin covered in goose bumps. I knew I was shaking. The wolf dogs long pelt must be a blessing, because I was shaking like a an addict suffering from with drawl in shorts and a thin white t-shirt. And just like she could read my mind the wolf dog came an settled down beside me, resting her head and forelegs over my thighs.
Me and this wolf dog are not the only ones trapped in here. Shadow and Silver are curled up, asleep, against a far wall underneath a small, uncomfortable looking bed, and there's a small male, probably only a few months old at most, scratching at the door. Another puppy, a sickly little thing, was curled up in the curve of a females belly.
The next thing I realized is when I woke up, I was flaring. I could see them all, in my minds eye. A large pack, a family. I could smell each member, and even though I only knew two others and myself, every smell except cold, hard concrete and some other... things, were familiar in some way. The female across my legs and Shadow's smells remind me of my mother only more like lilacs and metal, and the mother with the sick pup reminded me of Kit: unsure and confused, trying desperately to help but not knowing how. The male at the door reminds me of Cooper, my wolf dog puppy at home, and Silver smells like a slightly more metallic version of that puppy. Every other wolf in here, from the ones near or under the bed to the ones hidden in the shadowy corners, they all remind me of someone I know or something that smells familiar. All of them have a slight metallic tang to their smell, and I can't quite place what it is.
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I ended up coughing until my throat hurt and found myself wishing for the comfort of my pack. I knew I didn't really want them there awaiting the certain torture that certainly awaited me, but I couldn't help wanting Shelton's factual assessment of the situation and his panic, Hi's rude, inappropriate comments and angry swearing, and I found myself wanting Ben to hold me until I felt better. That was weird even in my own mind.
Most of the wolf dogs began growling at the door while I was lost in though but I was too miserable to bother trying to find out why. I missed my pack and Kit. Terrified of what ever lay in store for me and this family of wolf half-lings. Something was telling me 'you don't want to know, Victoria, just hope what ever it is is over soon'. My instinct, I don't know whether to bless or curse it, was right.
There you have it, my next chapter! I'm soooooo sorry I haven't updated in forever but my parents blocked like EVERYTHING and I can't write from my phone. Hope you liked it, please leave me a review and let me know how you're liking 'Survivor V'