His Wolf

Forty-Seven

The mark on my arm burned. I didn't know why, but a fresh wave of pain flared through my arm; Down through my forearm, and up my neck, the burning scorched paths of pain throughout my veins. I gritted my teeth and pressed the blazing wound against the cool stones. The pain faltered just for a second before it flared back. I groaned in pain, resting my forehead against the wall as well.

Master found me.

He found me and he was not happy with me.

He hasn't fed me and my time with Alpha and the others had caused my stomach to grow. It had grown in size and dependency on the consistency of the food that was supplied to me. My stomach was beginning to grumble in protest, wanting to store whatever substance it could get its hands on. My mouth watered in longing for the different taste of the different foods I was given every mealtime.

Sweat savory syrup on light fluffy pancakes. Who thought that light could hold a tast?

The salty, tounge curling, chips that shattered to bitts between my teeth.

The memories had phantom flavors dancing along my greedy tounge. My stomach growled in anger from the teasing.

A whine echoed off the stone walls as the burn flared and my body started to eat at itself. Two pains that battles for my attention. Two pains so different in their own ways. Two pains that were equally painful.
I wish Shar was here. She would know how to stop the burning; she would have biscuits in her pocket for me. And Alpha would be standing with her. He would tell me that it was ok, that he was there with me. For me. He would hold my ever-shaking hands and still them in his own calm, gentle ones.

And Kara. She would be there.

My parents...my parents. I forgot I even had them. I forgot what they were, who they were. Their faces where nonexistent in my mind's eye, my memories only starting from the day Trainer first walked in. I remember a voice though. I remember as she spoke in gentle tones. I didn't know the words, couldn't distinguish them in my messed-up head. But the tone. I recognize it when they walked in that day.
I knew who they were.
And I want to go back to them.

Anger flared within me; my vison colored everything in red as rage gripped me in its vice like grip. I grinded my teeth together, my lips pulling up in a snarl as my nails dug painfully into the burn.

I wanted to go back.

But some part of me wanted to stay here with Trainer.

It liked the routine that we had been trained into. It liked the return of normalcy, where it's not second guessing the things, it does, and I can't say that I blame it. There was a sense of peace to this chaos, a peace that I had never gotten in this place before.

Somewhere down the dark hall a door was thrown open and the heavy sound of Trainer confident steps laughed as it echoed off the stone walls and into my sensitive ears. I felt my ear drums quiver with the need to hide form the sudden, loud sounds. I pressed the heel of my hands against them in attempt to ease their pain. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head as images of what was about to come flooded my vision.

The silver bars of my cell door slammed hard against the wall as he made his presence and mood known.

He stepped in with a forced smile, "Goodmorning sweetheart. I sure hope you learned your lesson on all that rule breaking you did while you were away." He began walking to me, his smile turning into a sneer as he crouched down beside me. I shoved my back further into the corner, my hands pressing hard against my skull as I watched him through peripheral vision. He ran the back of his calloused hand down the side of my face, his breathing mixed with the thudding of my heart.