Echoes of War

The road we took

The cage was made from some kind of metal that couldn't be broken by a small gathering of young Ulfamenni.

"What will we do, Bjorn?" Was the question that was on everybody's lips.

It was only asked when the humans were asleep. When they weren't mocking us through the iron bars. Calling us filthy werewolves. Poking us with sharp objects.

"We wait." Was all answer I could give.

I could not think of another answer nor could I think of a plan. Two of the five orphaned pups turned to me as father and began pestering me with 'how long must we wait', ' do you even have a plan', 'please tell us' , 'when will we go home.'

My belief was that there was no way out. There was no home. So I couldn't answer them. Instead I distracted them, with old tales my father told me.

I will never see him or my mother again. But at least Sigrid was still by my side. She and her mate were lying close together in a corner.

We hadn't really spoken since we saw our parents die. She hasn't spoken a word since she lost her pups. She must miss them terribly, they were her first litter. I stil remember how she counted the days till they were born. I remember playing with them.

Will I ever have pups?

I don't think I should be a parent. They should've just killed me too.