I heard a faint yelp leave Isa's throat and a thump. I whipped my head to look up and saw Isa on the ground, lying on his side. His left hand was on his other arm, blood seeping through his fingers. I ran up to the door, gripping the bars of the cell. The hay under his shaking body was tinted a faint pink.

"I- Isa! Please, say something!" I cried out to him, begging the worlds that he was okay,

"Please, Isa, anything!"

He lifted his head weakly, and looked at me, "We won't give up..." He rolled onto his knees, his weak arm supporting himself, other hand covering the cut. He settled on one knee, breathing heavy. I whimpered, watching him closely.

Ari smirked, "Does the mutt need more punishment?"

Isa gasped, "No, please, no."

"Really? Are you sure, dog?" He crossed his arms over his chest and had the smirk practically glued on his features.

"Y-yes, please... no more..."

"What happen'd to the 'won't give up' crap?"

Isa visibly tensed, he lowered his head in a bow, "It has... left... I.. I cannot hope to defeat you..."

Ari dug his fist in Isa's hair, yanking him up to stand. My friend whimpered and clenched his eyes shut. The Slave Driver snarled and threw Isa forward; luckily he caught himself before he hit the ground. Ari tossed a bloody blade to the ground, so the point was digging into the dirt coated stable floor.

A yelp left my mouth as Ari held a boot on Isa's back, holding him down. The Slave Trainer chuckled, "I told ya, you ain't a match fer me. I've fought many to get 'em to b'have. Not a
soul to beat me yet."

I could see trails of silvery tears running down Isa's cheeks as he begged for the pain to stop, "Please... Please..! I will not... not fight back... Please, let me go!"

Ari chuckled and ground his boot harder down on Isa's back, making my friend cry out. "Now, now, little dog... I dunno if ya're tellin' me the truth."

Isa clawed at the ground, "I will not fight! Honest... please... Let me go!"

"You better be telling the truth, or I'll be sure ta give you more scars to cry about."

"Isa won't fight...! H- Honest!"

Ari took his boot from Isa's back and knelt down beside him, gripping bloodied hair and pulling back, "You speak your own name... Why is that?"

Tears followed the already made trails down his cheeks, "Isa speaks th-this way when he is frightened... Please... No more..."

The Slave Driver stood and kicked Isa's side, making him let out a light yelp. "In the cell. Now."

My friend scrambled to his feet and watched the man open the cell door. Isa crawled into the cage like a dog with its tail between its legs. Ari laughed out pointedly, "Tha's 'ow it's done, mutt."

I barked out at him, "That does not count. Isa was broken already, he has gone through more, I can take far worse than he can."

"I'm sure you c'n, you rotten lil' dog. But we will not learn tha' lesson today, I have a guest for you two tomorrow. I'm sure you'll simply adore 'er."

For two days... two days we've been stuck in this cell. Ari hasn't visited us in a while, which is good, I guess. It saves us a good amount of blood if he doesn't come out, but
when he does we both move to the back of the stable.

But today, he walked in dragging a kicking, screaming cat-girl thing. I've never seen one before, really. Such a fascinating creature... She had the tail, ears, and paws of a black cat, and had short fur. But she was standing next to Ari like a human. Ari walked over to our cell, pulling the girl by the wrist behind him. I heard Isa let out a growl as they moved closer to the outside of our cell.

The Slave Driver smirked and put his free hand on his hip, his other firmly gripping the cat's wrist. "'Ere's your new friend, mutt."

Isa let out a snarl and narrowed his eyes as Ari opened the door to our cage and pushed the cat in. I bared my fangs out of pure instinct and gave a small laugh when I felt the warmth of the moonlight on my back. My friend moved forward on all fours, sniffing at the air. We were both almost full form, and I mean, the fur, wolf ears, tail, snout, everything.

My friend growled and short a glare to Ari, "We do not want this."

The Slaver smirked, "Well too bad, dog. She's stayin' with ya in thar." With a barking laugh he turned and left the barn.

Another growl came from Isa, and he looked at the cat. "Name."It was more like an order than a question.

She stood shakily on her hind legs in the middle of the room, "N- name?"

I took a step forward, on all fours now, and let out a harsh bark, "Name!"

"I- I don't have one."

Isa let out a hollow bought of laughter in her direction, "You behave, Cat, do not anger us or you will pay. Understand?"

The feline-ish ears pressed against her head and the tail drooped, "Y-yes..."

"Good."

She watched as Isa circled her, a scary sight for her, I suppose. A big wolf with grayish-blue fur, piercing golden eyes and long fangs. I basicly looked the same as him form wise, except I was a bit smaller and had brown fur, the tip of my tail was blonde, as were my paws.

Isa sniffed at the air around her, "Familiar..."

I took a step forward, tilting my head to the side slightly, "What?"

"It smells of home. Of Master's woods."

"Our territory..."

"Yes." Isa growled out, "Ours."

He let out a howl and swiped out with his paw, cutting into the flesh of the Cat's lower leg and the cloth covering it. She fell to her hands and knees with a hiss of pain, I could see and smell the blood now staining the cloth. Isa walked around her and sat in front of her, she lifted her head to look at him. He growled, "You were on our territory." He bared his fangs and flicked the tip of his tail.

"I- I didn't know! I'm s- sorry!"

My friend brought his snout close to her nose and let out a huff of breath, "He thinks he trained us, but he is wrong. We have been waiting for something to take out our anger on. You are just right for that job, kitty, you will be harmed as we were. We will be sure of that."

I sat beside my friend, watching the cat carefully. Isa turned to me after a while and smirked, "Shall we welcome the creature? I think it is deserving of a meal."

"I do not know.. Perhaps.." I tilted my head to the side, "Isn't it a bit scrawny?"

Isa let out a barking laugh, "Does it matter? How long has it been since we had good, live prey?"

"Quite a while, my friend."

He nodded and let out a guttural purr, like a mountain lion on the prowl, "Indeed."

When we were talking the Cat managed to press herself into a corner of the stable, huddled on the hay. We both let our instincts come out, let the wolf take control. We both stood on all fours, stalking towards her. Isa's fur stood on end as he growled deep in is throat at the girl, he snarled and moved forward. My friend flicked the tip of his tail, and I found myself doing the same.

The Cat's eyes widened as we both moved forward, "P- please, don't.."

Isa let out a harsh laugh, "What would stop us?" His ears flattened against his head and he showed his teeth, "We are more powerful than you by far."

She practically attached herself to the corner, and we moved closer, letting out predatory growls. Isa raised himself shakily onto his hind legs, he smirked at the Cat who was smaller than him, though not by more than a few inches. But, knowing Isa, he'll take it to his advantage.

He lifted her head by a claw under her chin so she was looking into cold gold eyes, "Or do you disagree?"

"Y- you are stronger."

Guttural instinct now, we have no control, we don't know what we're doing at this point. The only way we could stop now is if someone came in and stopped us physically. By tomorrow we won't even remember this. But, hey, fine with me. The wolf gets to hunt and the human won't feel any guilt.

Isa gripped her chin in his, his claws drawing blood, and growled, "That's what I thought."

He pulled his hand away, fingers dragging in the fresh crimson. He brought his hand to his mouth breathing in the smell, then licking the blood away. My friend gave the girl a wild look, I could see the yellow of his eyes brighten. She shuddered, I sent a small smirk in her direction.

She pressed her ears back against her head, and whined. Isa let out a barking laugh,
"What's wrong, brat? Scared to be locked in a cell with two starved werewolves?" He dropped back down to all fours and tilted his head, looking up at her, "Why, don't you trust us?"

"T- trust you? H- how could I trust you? You're vicious animals that're t- trying to k- kill me!" She basically screamed.

I bared my fangs, "Ah, now you're getting the picture."

Isa bit down on her tail and pulled her to the center of the room from the corner. she yowled out in pain, hissing out curses. My friend yanked hard once on her tail, sending her flying to a big hay pile. I walked over to them, and swiped out at the back of her leg with my claws. She hissed and fell to her hands and knees.

Isa stood in front of her, he sat down and lifted her head with a clawed hand. He snarled, golden eyes staring into brown, "Do you give in, or do we have to fight you?"

She extended her claws and grabbed Isa's wrist, claws digging into fur and skin. "I'm going to give in to you so easily."

She swiped out at Isa, hitting the side of his head and cutting into his cheek, drawing blood. My friend growled, looking at the girl. He bared his teeth and brought a hand to wipe at the blood. The back of his hand came back stained a dark red.

Nice going, Cat, just like poking a sleeping bear... Good luck...