Among The Wolves

Rescue

I banged the top of the box, screaming as much as I could through the rope in my mouth. It seemed useless, then I cried, big angry tears. Then I laid still, taking long, still breaths and allowing myself to think about what just happened, what I learned, and what to do.

-How could so many be so wrong?  Was Iota Soon'Ya that influential?

-How much evil was Joinervetti capable of? Killing the Luna, it seemed he had composed a resume of as much wickedness he could muster.

-What was the best way to go about this? To get out?

Closing my eyes, I shifted my focus to what I now knew to be my werewolf senses, I worked into a meld. Feeling the thrumming in my veins I opened my ears and listened. A smorgasbord of forest sounds went through my auditory nerves.

I listened as far as I could, and when nothing useful was heard, I tried my nose. Before, at the border, I could smell quite a ways put, possibly up to two miles. Now, I had to be over five plus miles from the packhouses.  How far could I detect? I was not sure, but there was no scent that indicated help was anywhere near. I relaxed from the meld and opened my eyes, waiting for the headache to fade. So, I was stuck… for now.

From my understanding, they intended for me to mate Kun’Zim and that could be done at any time -whenever he was done with his pack duty-. He could come in minutes or hours. This meant I needed to plan and strategize while I could. I looked at the holes in the box. Perhaps I should do things to aid others in case they were looking for me or throw Kun’Zim and Iota Soon'Ya off when they came back. But what? I adjusted my position a little and peeked, to the best of my tied-up ability, through the hole. My only view was a little of  the ground. I could see rocks and branches loitering the forest floor, along with leaves, moss, and a chickadee. Maybe I could try to roll this box. I doubted that I could get far and It would only bring me a few feet closer to the packhouse but it would most likely cause confusion for my kidnappers.

That was a bonus.

I lifted my hand close to the hole and could indeed fit my fingers through the circle. With that, I closed my eyes again and dug my nails into my fingertips. Wincing with pain but continued to gorge myself until I knew there would be a decent blood flow. I stuck my fingers out of the box and let my blood drip down the sides. Surely, blood was the most potent smell and would go a long way. And also a disorienting smell.
These were little actions I was taking, but they would go a long way. I hoped.

When the bleeding stopped, I adjusted again to lean against the side. I rocked back and forth and only noticed small movements. Although I was encouraged when the movements increased with each rock.

Back and forth, back and forth, I heaved myself in the itty bitty space. Then it happened, the box tipped past the point of no return and rolled onto its side. Clumsily, my face smacked into wood. The rough wood digging into my sensitive cheeks and I grunted, to lay on top of my bounded hands was extremely uncomfortable. I adjusted yet
again inside the box, certain that I was getting slivers in my biceps. With the breathing holes now above me I felt with my hands until I managed to poke my finger through. Breaking open my wound, I let my blood flow.

When that was done, I adjusted yet again and rocked the box.

Over a period of time and a lot of tiring effort, I managed to get the box to roll two more times. Each time, l released more blood. I did not want to drain myself dry, but if I made it seem like a lot and they could panic, which would make them clumsy. That was the hope, anyway.

When I managed to get comfortable on my side, I closed my eyes, seeking to meld and explore the woods around me. I noticed a difference. There was a body moving my way from the way of the packhouse. My breath increased. It was either help or Iota Soon'Ya. I took a calming breath. If I wanted my plan to work, I had to be calm as if I was out cold or something.