~Chapter 1~

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Barely moving, the feeling of restraints around my ankles and wrists were tugging at my skin. The blindfold on my eyes, preventing me from seeing.

My clothes clinging to my body, now being somewhat dry from what had happened before. The side of my stomach still hurting, assuming where the bullet had hit me.

My body aches so much, I want to leave.

Cuts all over my body from running along the tree branches.

Click.

A door opened just in front of me, mulitiple footsteps following into the room right after. A light switch flicked on, and from the cloth, I could make out different figures, two of them being much taller than the rest.

The sound of heels were heard, walking around me, as if examining me once again. A finger was pressed on the bullet wound, letting out a loud hiss.

"Why do you need her?"

"No purpose really, I've always wanted a pet... and you know that. Why question my motives?"

"... I find it completely useless, but suit yourself." The person who was recently talking approached me, removing the blindfold from my eyes.

It took some time for my eyes to adjust to the sudden bright light, a bright yellow light shone across the room. Wasn't much of a room. The walls were stained with... I'm not sure I want to exactly know what, there were bullet shells scattered around the floor, mostly in the corners of the room. Multiple bodyguards I assume, stood closer to the door, blocking the way out, about 7 or 8 of them. Not a chance of escaping. The chair I was sat on, was directly in the middle of the room, where to the opposite side of me lay a camera on the wall. Odd, what is that for? I question the room itself until my eyes lay on them.

There they stood.

The Momobami's.

The ones in control of this hell we live in. The pain we suffer, being killed off, sold, and hunted. All because of them.

The younger Momobami approached me, lifting my head up to meet her ocean-like eyes. Oh how much I hate those damn eyes of theirs.

"Hello my little pup~."

My ears dropped, my tail hanging low, avoiding any eye contact from the both of them.

I hate being a werewolf...

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