Claimed by the Alpha

Into The Dark

***The song in this chapter is Requiem for a Dream by Hans Zimmer. Enjoy!***

Two days have passed and I haven't seen Joseph. I worry for him, and hope that he didn't get in trouble on my account. A large brute of a man with scars covering his face brings me my meals. Other than the occasional grunt, he doesn't talk much.

So basically, I'm going nuts!

Its been almost two weeks since I've run as a wolf. With every day I feel my tension and aggression increase. If a werewolf stays in one form for too long, they either begin to lose the other half of themselves and act completely like a wolf or a human, or they go crazy.

I'm going crazy.

The most of my wolf that I can let out are my claws and teeth. Sometimes I bare my teeth when the brute isn't looking, or dig my claws into the mattress or walls. Even though it feels good to do so, I can imagine what I must look like to others: feral, an animal.

I've been thinking about what Joseph said, since all I'm really able to do in this hell hole is think, and I've come up with nothing. His words were so straight forward that it's hard to find greater meaning in them. Run into the dark. Well if it's night time when they let me out than I'm screwed. That's just fucking great Joe thanks for all the help.

Ugg. I'm being a bitch.

Joseph has been nothing but kind to me, and I should respect him, but it's hard to respect anyone in this place. I had only met three people during my stay here. If the Alpha truly thought that I could be useful or entertainment, why hasn't he come to see me?

The cell door opening jars my thoughts, and the scarred brute enters. He moves to free me after shooting me a warning glare, one of those "I fucking dare you," looks. I don't put up a fight. One, he would beat my ass, and two, well... he would beat my ass. But in my own little victory I stick my tongue out at him.

He remains unfazed.

Scar pulls me roughly by my arm, so maybe more fazed than i thought, and leads me down the hallway. We make a few turns and I try to remember my way back, but soon am lost in the labyrinth of their dungeons. I mean really are all of these cells necessary? Most remain empty apart from the few rabid wolves and mad men.

That could have been me. Correction, could still be me!

We come to a set of huge metal doors that screech when Scar hauls them open with one arm. I grunt in surprise, mildly impressed, and a cocky grin spreads across his face.

Men.

I peer inside, but all I can see is darkness. Maybe this is what Joseph meant? I prepare to rip free from Scar and bolt just as the lights come on. Damn. I should have known that it wouldn't be that easy.

Stands filled with people line the perimeter of what looks to be a giant arena. They pump their fists and shout, staring with bloodlust into the center where two wolves are ripping at each other. Their huge bodies slam together, shaking the ground as their teeth snap into the air. The sound of snarles and yelps are almost enough to paralyze me, and then I smell the blood.

The metallic smell rolls over my sensitive wolf tongue and I can feel my eyes flash to their vivid yellow, the color of my wolf. I have tried to avoid confrontation during my time in the woods. Deep down in me there is a monster lurking, one that I like to keep buried. When I smell blood or feel extreme sadness or anger, the beast surfaces, and that part of me scares me more than anything. I would face one thousand Daniels before I would face my monster.

Scar looks at me with what I could almost describe as pity, before shoving me into the pit. I must have been in my head for too long, because the fight has ended and two young men are being dragged out of the arena, leaving bloody trails behind. My body starts to shake uncontrollably because I know what is about to happen. I search the stands for a familiar face and see him sitting off to the left in a secluded area most likely meant for high ranking pack members. Joseph catches my eyes and leans forward in his seat, squinting as if he can't believe his eyes. He looks utterly caught off gaurd. Well this isn't good. I can see him lean into the person next to him and say something. The elderly man simpy nodds and smiles, and Joseph looks at me in alarm. Suddenly I am being jostled and pushed until I am face down in the dirt in the middle of the fighting pits, aware that I am only wearing a loose t shirts and the panties that I was allowed to change into yesterday. The crowd goes silent.