His Wolf

Fifty Two

Red is associated with strong emotions. Emotions that someone feels deeply.

Emotions like love, passion...anger.

Red is the color that surrounds my life. It's what I see when I open my eyes in the morning, its what I see when I close them at night. It's what I see when I look at Trainer, when I stare down an opponent in the ring. It gets brighter, harder to see through the color the angrier I get. When it clears things are different. I dont always know what, or how I end up in the places I end up. 

I see red when I look at Alpha, too, but it's not the same. It's not manifested through anger or bloolust. It comes from something else, something that I still dont fully understand now, but I definitely had no idea what it was then. I always thought it was because he beat my old handler, and I was still trying to understand him, if I should hate him as well as fear him.

Looking at the trainer now, I wished that alpha was here so I could compare the too reds. So I could know if this feeling that I have in my chest every time that I look or think of him was the same as what I feel for this other man. I realize now that they look a lot alike, and im surprised that I never noticed it before, but I guess the red obsures a lot of what I see. I dont see red right now. I dont see a lot of things, just the faint silouet of my human hand that still shakes slightly. It's not as bad as it was before, but grasping things is still difficult. 

I shivered as the cold air danced across my skin, the movement causing my back to rub against the wall, earning a hiss of pain from my lips. The lashes that the trainer gave me are still open. The blood was dry and sticky along my back, but there was nothing I could do about it. When I was on paws, I could clean myself of most of it, but like this? It wasn't possible. Besides, it hurt too much to move.

Trainer had left me in my room when he went to deal with something. He didn't say what, and it wasn't my busniss to know. 

Callan came down a little while ago, throwing a bowl at my feet before going back up the stairs and locking the door. I didn't have to see to know what it was. I tried a piece, but it was harder on my teeth in this form. It hurt, and the taste made my gut twist in longing for alpha and the strange food he always tried to sneak in my bowl. My mouth twitched at the memory. Alpha thought he was sneaky.

Somthing bubbled up my throat at the thought, and I quickly placed a quivering hand against my mouth to keep it from slipping out. The sound still escaped, sliping through my fingers in invisible waves. For a moment, the pain I was feeling was replaced by something else. Curiosity. It numbed like the cold, but it wasn't as miserable. It was enticing. I wanted to know how the thought alpha could cause me to make such a sound.

I did it again. Curious of how the sound felt in my throat, how different yet similar to a growl it was. It ticked and made me smile. Soon, I found myself trying to say his name to the dark wall of my room. Alpha. It was hard. I tried to mimick the memeoris I had of others saying it, but my throat protested against it. My mouth didn't want to form the right shapes.

The creaking of the door and bright lights broke me from whatever spell I was in.

I couldn't see him with my eyes, still trying to desperately adjust to the sudden light.

He came up to me, shoving me further back into the wall, causing my back to flare in new and old pain. He made quick work of removing the chains that kept my arms to the wall and locked into the new collar that he had placed around my neck.

"Time for your glorious return to the ring pet."

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Austin:

After we had gotten Lucy calmed, I was finally able to focus back in my surroundings. Cota was pale, eyes still on the drops of blood that speckled the ground.