Little Broken Wolf

Broken and Caged Part 1

 I have decided to try to take this story further. It is my first published story, and so I would be happy to take on board any comments, suggestions, or criticism. As you might note from the story cover, I'm not so good with some of the Wattpad tech as yet. Remember, this is fantasy, with supernatural creatures. Some of their ideas, morals, and reactions don't equate with human "norms".

Unknown Perspective:

Everything ached. My ears, my ribs, my nose, and jaws. Worse, there was something wrong with my leg. I couldn't work out why at first, my head was so fuzzy and everything seemed so slow. Opening my eyes was so so hard. At least the ground I was on was smoother than my cave in the woods. Could have done with my blankets though, despite how thin they were getting. It certainly wasn't warm.

I guessed it was either night, or (unlike my cave) I was somewhere that the morning sun didn't poke through to wake me up. 

 Something was restricting my movements, and I was beginning to think that was a good idea. Any move to that leg caused shooting pain up my leg and spine, even my tail was aching. Huh, my tail? Why would I still be in wolf form? Not that I hadn't wolfed out and hunted at times (although not for quite a while), but I had always made sure to get back in human form before going to sleep. Being found as a wolf in any pack's range would be suicidal. Almost  as bad as being caught hunting in their range, which would certainly make me the hunted. Being small, I knew I couldn't fight any serious pack wolf. I couldn't do so even if I was fully fit, but it had been so long since I had any decent meals on a consistent basis that my stomach ached at the best of times. 

Sniffing, I could tell there were other wolves about. There were other smells too, less savoury. Damn, I needed to get moving. Come on body, wake up and move. Tensing, I forced my eyes to open. It wasn't easy.

Shit. 

Bars. Why are there bars? Oh goddess, am I in the pound? That could be even worse than being captured by a pack. I might be able to talk my way out of a pack, unlikely as that might be, but animal services would either just "put me down" or do tests to check whether I was a dog or wolf. That can't happen, I might not be in a pack but letting humans know about werewolves was a huge no-no.

Looking around through half lidded eyes, I saw I was in a row of cages. The walls, rather than brick, were rough hewn black stone. Perhaps this wasn't a human facility after all. I needed to check if there were others here. Phew, the cage next to me was occupied by a naked human. That meant I was at least in a pack dungeon, and not held by humans.

Well, he looked human but the stench of rogue was evident. Stench was right too, he was filthy. His grey hair was matted, greasy looking, and hung down over his face, shielding his eyes. How long since he was clean? I hoped that didn't mean this pack kept their prisoners for a long time. Ewww. I might be a rogue, but surely the putrid smell of the other rogue would put off any other wolves.

He looked across at me and sneered, "Hah, stupid pup. They might be going to kill me, but at least I'll get to see what they do to you. You're small. I bet you are pretty in human form. They might even let you live while they have fun using you. I just hope I get to watch, a full sized wolf dick would split you apart. Are you even going to change?"

I tried, I really did, but the energy needed to change my form just wasn't there. All I could do was whimper, which set him off laughing at my expense. Goddess, I don't know him and already I hate the bastard. Dim light in the cells, my aches, and how tired I felt was enough to force my eyes closed again.

My sleep was broken and fitful, however. That damn leg was aching, and whatever was restricting my movements just got more and more annoying. 

A loud clang announced that someone was coming, so I forced my eyelids open again to see what was going to happen. Even if I was about to die, or worse, I was going to see it coming. I had at least that much pride.