Lone Wolf

Its Not over Yet

It's been almost a week, and Clarke hasn't had any food or water served at all. Each morning a different person or scientist enters her cage with a remote in hand, making sure to send an electric surge through her body, weakening her, before getting anywhere near her. They take blood samples and poke into her skin for what felt like hours. All of this preparing her for the worst to come- and the most painful. The drilling.

Clarke is only taken out of her cage once a day. The mountain men are sure that she is well and truly exhausted too much to fight back. Once they're sure they drag her by her chains through the open door of her cage and onto a cold metal sheet where she is tied down. A loud wiring sound echoes in her ears before the pain of the drill begins. It was as ruthless as she remembered. The cold metal spirals into her skin, digging deeper into her flesh until it hits her bone. She bites down on her lower lip as her fists clench by her side but no matter how much she fought back, the screams always followed. 

It was a never ending cycle that she couldn't take any longer. She played her part and gathered what strength she had to fight back. Waiting and waiting until the right opportunity rose. When it presented itself she ran with it. Biting into and ripping out the throat of one of the doctors when he came into her cage. But it wasn't enough. The electric shock grew more painful until her world went black. The next thing she knew was she was lying back down onto the metal bed with nowhere to turn.

There was no possible way for her to use the brewing beast within to escape, not while she was in chains. The only possible way to use the beast was on a full moon and to give full control to the wolf within. But in still doing Clarke would lose her humanity and it would be almost impossible to gain it back. Very few people truly give in to the wolf but those that do never return to human form. The full moon was slowly creeping up day by day, clock ticking for Clarke to make a decision.

Human or wolf. To suffer and be a prisoner or finally break free.

It wasn't impossible to return to her human form, but it wouldn't be easy to take back her body and mind from the wild animal inside. However she did have something to ground her and bring her back rather than stay the beast. And only one thought grazed her mind that could possibly bring her back. An image of dark curly hair and a constellation of freckles scattered upon his face- Bellamy. His name comes enchantment everyday peeking up to the full moon.

When the time comes and the night of the full moon arises Clarke could feel the familiar pains and waves of energy flowing through her body, and she wasn't the only one who knew what tonight was. Cage has instructed everyone to leave Clarke alone in her confinement with no food or water provided as a counter measure to ensure she doesn't use her supernatural abilities to break free. She shouldn't be surprised by his commands but deep down she was. If he was informing his people to stay away then it could only mean one thing- he knew what she was capable of.

When she was captured by the Mountain men the first time she was able to break free before she transformed with the full moon, and yet this time it seemed she wouldn't be so lucky. The only way to escape? Was to give into her wildest desires and let the wolf take control. Clarke waits and keeps her control under wraps until the moon is at its peak before unleashing the beast within.

The gnawing on the inside of her mind aches like a scratch she couldn't itch before she releases a calming breath and lets the wolf take control. Her eyes glow a piercing blue before her body shifts and breaks down, her bones snapping, giving her range to release herself from the chains, the thick muscle of the wolf emerging as she hunches over and transforms. The wolf growls and pounces on the glass, the wild animal rampaging in its confinement until the glass begins to crack.

"No... that's impossible!" Cage muttered as he slowly backed away from her cage. 

The white wolf snarls and snaps as she breaks through shattering the thick glass to shards of dust. Several guards began taking their firearms from their sides to shoot at the beast as it began rampaging through the bunker, but not a single shot was fired close enough to hit the wild animal. Dozens of guards were left torn limb from limp, their throats tore and bodies mangled across the bunker in a sea of red. Clarke's one pure white fur tainted red with the blood of her enemies.