His Wolf

Thirty-Nine

I wasn't sure who these now people were, but the second that they joined hands above me I felt rage and fear take over any curiosity that I had. I felt it get worse as the seconds ticked past, and the next thing I knew I was lunging for blood. The male moved faster than I thought he would for someone with such a large build. The female was even faster. I was growing frustrated as I missed again stumbling over the male's foot.

I lunged for the last time, aiming low, but quickly redirecting the momentum into leaping upward and clamping my jaws around the soft tissue of the skin. It ripped with ease as my canines pierced through, allowing the sweet taste of blood to fill my mouth.

The male was quick to start trying to pry my mouth from around my prey, and alpha had his arms wrapped around my midsection, pulling and keeping me from getting a better grip.

The taste and smell spurred me one, but a slight pinch in my neck had me letting go.

When I woke up it was from the sheering pain of something burning into me. I instantly thought back to trainer and the love he had for fire, the burn marks under my coat aching at the memories of the burns I endured for every move I made without an order. And the brand. I snarled at the phantom pain that raced its way through me. Alpha shouted something, but it was drowned out by the obnoxious ringing that assaulted my ears. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of it, but that only served to make me lightheaded.

I heard the thudding of feet as the two strangers ran out of the cage I was placed in. I saw the memories of the last cage I was in. I felt the muzzle that pressed itself against my nose and jaws. I felt the strain in my muscles and the pull of my skin as some invisible force tried to bend my bones. Anger hit me hard. I tried to claw the muzzle off, tried to claw my invisible attacker off as the pressure began to intensify. I was not in control of my actions as I felt my body slam its self against the bars, something that would get me punished if trainers were here. The solid build of the stones opposite of the bars jarred my being but it still didn't hurt an ounce as much as the insufferable pressure that continued to build to the point that my brain began to pounded.

My paws cracked and stretched, razor-sharp claws curled in on themselves as I lost myself completely in a red haze. When I was finally able to see through that insufferable red, I was aware that something was severely different.

My body felt weak.

 Vulnerable.  

I shook from the cold that assaulted my body, my thick coat no longer protecting me. 

I screamed as pain worse than any punishment tore into me. As the snap of boned echoed in my ears, my spine realigning itself.

Trainer was angry. I had moved to scratch my ear without permission and now I was going to be reminded of why I should never do that. He was in my face, hot and sour breath making my nose scrunch up in distaste.

"How many bones should I break this time, mutt, hum?" He shook with rage, his teeth clenched together so tight I could hear them grinding together.

He gripped the back strap of my muzzle and forced me to look up at him. I closed my eyes tightly and whined in fear as he continued to yell, spit causing me to flinch as it hit me in the face.

Before I knew it he was repeatedly stomping on my hind leg until a snapping sound filled the room, bounced off the walls, and hit just as the pain did.

I snarled and shook my head, forcing the memories back for the time being. I tried to open my eyes in hopes that it would help fight back the onslaught of his voice. Instead, it caused more terror to form.

Where my paws should be where hands.

Where my fur should be was bare skin.

My limbs were not my own.