The Wolf Code

Prologue

I was running.

All I can remember is my mom waking me and my brother up, and screaming at us to run away.

As I clutched my teddy bear close to me, me and my brother set off into the woods. My little hand was clasped tightly in his.

I looked back at our house. There were people dragging my mom into a car, and my father layed unconsious- or dead- in the middle of the yard.

My brother pulled on my arm since I had slowed down. We were getting close to territory line. I pushed myself to run faster. I heard sticks breaking and shouting coming from behind us.

"We have to run faster Sam!" My brother called. We picked up the pace, but I was starting to struggle.

"Avi, I can't!" I shouted

"Come on, we have to try!"

I was running out of breath. We could see territory line now. We were about 30 yards away.

The shouting was closer now.

25 yards.

I could hear my brother's pants for breath, but he wouldn't give up.

15 yards.

We were almost there, we could get help from the pack. I had hope.

10 yards.

My eyes widened as a realized: I wasn't going to make it. I had tripped on the shoelace of my shoes.

"Avi!" I screamed as I tried to grab on to him, but it was too late. I had fallen on the ground. I looked up at him. He had stopped to help me.

But I had refused. I would save him from being captured. I stared up at him.

"Run."

He hesitated, but then grabbed my teddy bear, which I had dropped, and ran over the line.

I struggled as they tied my hands with rope behind my back and threw me over their shoulder. I looked back at the line. The line I was so close to. The line that I should've been behind. The line that would've gave me freedom.

There stood my brother, hidden in the darkness. My grey eyes met with his light brown ones.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed to me, looking ashamed. Then a look of determination crossed his face. He balled his hands into fists. Then he mouthed:

"I swear, I'll find you again."

I shot up from the old, creaky hospital bed. I moved my hand up to wipe the sweat off of my forehead, but the handcuffs that were clasped around my wrist and the rail yanked it back down. I groaned as I layed back down on the bed.

I had the dream again. The day I was taken from my family, my brother Xavier. I have had the dream every night since I was taken here. It's like it haunts me, teasing me about how close I was to being safe with my brother.

I looked out of the little window that was in my room. The sun was just beginning to rise. We would have to wake up soon, so there was no point in going back to sleep.

I sighed. Sometimes, I wish I was just a normal human being instead of a wolf. I dream of it being like the old days again, where wolves were accepted.

When I was only 3 months old, the president we had at the time, decided that it would be better if the United States were ruled by a dictatorship. People started rebelling, fighting against the government. Then The Collapse happened.

The Collapse was when someone, who was never caught, killed the president and we were left with anarchy. Nobody could keep the peace, so they made new rules. All fifty states would have their own elected president. They would set new rules and regualtions regarding the people in that state. It worked for awhile, until The Wolf Code was created.

The Wolf Code is practically a law, first started in Michigan, that stated that humans that possess the power to shift into a wolf would no longer be accepted into society. Only they bumped into a slight problem, they just couldn't kill off all of the wolf population. It would cause more riots and possibly another anarchy. So they created places called Schools to quarantine them.

The state of Kentucky, which is where I reside, was the eleventh state to adopt The Wolf Code. There is only three states that wolves can live freely: Utah, Rhode Island, and Alaska. Schools were built everywhere else to house the unlucky wolves who was captured and taken here against their will. Calling it Prisons or Torture Houses would of been more suitable.

I've been in the Eastern School for Wolves of Kentucky since I was 10, now I'm 18. I still remember the first day I came.

They have to run multiple tests on you. Most cause excruciating pain, and even scars if you dared to move during them, since most involved a scalpel cutting you open or a sharp needle in some dangerous place, like your eye.

I groaned again as the sun started peeking through the window, shining light onto my face. My room consists of a hospital bed, a small nightstand which holds the little stuff I was allowed to have- and the stuff I had stolen over time- and a blue fold up chair in the corner. The room was so small, there was barely anywhere to walk.

You could hear through the walls, which was highly annoying. Most of the time the girl thats room was located on my right would have mental breakdowns and start screaming and wailing, and staff members would have to give her a dose of sleeping medicine.

Everybody new wonders, 'why don't we just overpower the staff?' or 'why don't you just break out of here'? Well the guards wear this necklace or bracelet with something in them that wolves hate, we can't get their blood on us, it causes pain. Nobody knows what it is. As for the breaking out part, they give us shots once a month to weaken our wolves. Breaking out is impossible.

Everyone says that they think this place is Hell, but I know better.

I know this place is Hell.