"What do they want from us?" I ask. "That, Kallee, we'll have to find out."
Kallee, a Great Plains wolf, was soon going to be alpha of the most sacred pack of her land. All of that changed when her brother, Conan, was taken by an organization calle...
"That stuff really knocked you out," Zek says. "What stuff?" I ask. He is about to roll his eyes, but he thinks better not to. "The stuff that made you fall asleep," he replies, almost like a groan. A growl comes up my sore throat. "When the human got you." Yes, I remember. "Your small size, oh my," Zena giggles. "To much for you." I can't help but laugh a bit, too. I don't want to be that wolf that takes everything seriously, and here I might make some friends. "How much doses where in that dart?" I ask, still laughing. My laugh fades into a smile. "It seems a little to much for me, that's probably why I didn't wake until a few hours after." Zena nods, and grins. She is that one wolf who is funny but wise. I look at Zek, his golden eyes staring into me. He annoys me. I turn back to Zena, since she looks older and might know more than me. "Um, Zena," I start. She faces my direction. "Have you heard about the war?" Zena gives me a blank stare, and her grin switches into a frown. She nods, slowly. Her green eyes fade to dark green mixed with light brown and gray. I think she knows a bit. "I've heard of it," she says, slowly. "I didn't go through it, though, for it was centuries ago." "Well, yeah," I smirk. She tilts her head. "Sorry, but I know your not a thousand years old," Zena tilts her head back up. I realize that was rude of me. "Anyways," Zena continues. "The war was called the War of the Worlds, because it was against the entire earth we stand on," "Do you know how?" I ask. I look back at Zek, making sure he isn't doing anything, or whatever male wolves do. "A little," Zena replies. "And elder of our pack, his great alpha parents had parents that had great grandparents, whatever. So, as I was saying, the story was passed on through generations to him, so he told the story, too." "Cool," "His great great, great, great whatever and so on," she blabs. I giggle a little. "Stop!" She shouts for no entire reason. "I'm sorry, Kallee," she says, a giant grin plastered on her face. "I should stop." "Nah, keep going," I smile. "There's no rush. Who knows how long we will be in here." "Yeah, you know what?" Zena says. "We will talk about this later. Is that fine? I mean, it's a little hard to talk on a moving automobile, right?" I nod. She has probably heard about the war in a different way than I had, but who knows. Like Zena said, I don't think it's a good time to talk about the War Of The Worlds, because even right now we are in a bad place, trapped in small cages and going somewhere we don't even know of. Since I'm small, I can get into positions in my cage, and get in a comfortable spot where I can rest. I twirl around, hitting the top of my ear on one of the black iron bars. I lay on my side, sticking my muzzle out between two other iron bars. I close my eyes, and I feel comfy. "Kallee!" Zek shouts. I twitch open an eye closest to him, my eyelid drooping while staring as a facial expression as what? "Lucky," his whispers. "Um, for what?" I ask, closing my eye again. "Your small enough to sleep and feel comfy," "Yeah," I reply. "Being small is good, too," I even smirk. He has been mean to me. "Can you help me fit in this cage?" Is it true all males are dumb? Or at least wolves? Because Zek needs to use logic, and compare how large he is compared to the cage, gray and silver fur sticking out on all sides. And anyways, he's been mean to me, so even if I could help, I wouldn't. "There's not much I can do," I say. "What am I supposed to help you with?" "Fitting in this cage," Zek replies. "Sorry, can't." I say, smirking again while trying to sleep. "Think outside the box." I wink, and I hope Zek gets the joke. ***************************** "Kallee," A voice says. Sounds like Zena. "Hurry," she also sounds desperate. I perk an ear up, trying to get all the sound I can get in. The vehicle is rumbling, with dusk light I can see through the window. "How long have I've been resting?" I ask. "It seems dark." "It is," Zek replies. "You look like a ghost in a cage." I ignore that comment. My black fur is not just black, but dark, dark, dark blue. I'm small, I don't think I need to think that again. "Where are we?" I ask, again. "Not you, Zek. Zena," "Same place we were in before, hun," Zena says. "The truck or whatever?" I say. Zena nods. "Take em' out and inject them with it," a deep voice grumbles. "How many we got, anyway?"
"Three, sir," another voice replies. It isn't as deep, but like I said, like Conan's. The door of the black vehicle opens. A man, wearing a black jacket and black from head to toe, and holds a gun. He stands before us, his eyebrows furrowed, and a scar appears on his left cheek. It's the human. "We got a small one here," the man mutters to himself. I shutter. He takes out a shot, with reddish-purplish liquid inside of it, and quite a lot. He goes for Zek first. Since there is holes in the cage, or square holes, the human doesn't even bother to open the cage and take Zek out. I hear a loud yelp, and I realize I was staring for to long. The human doesn't just inject Zek with the serum or whatever, but literally stabs it into him. My big, round eyes widen at the sight, and fold my curved ears back against my head. I'm afraid now. I will forever be, too. Zek lies his head down, muzzle sticking out flopped to the side. He seems lifeless- but I still smell life on him, and I hope he'll be alive. The man then stares at me, his beady black eyes looking into me. "Your turn, little cub." Come on. I can't speak to the human, but I would of scolded him for calling me a cub. How dare he. He takes out another one of those shot thingies , an menacing evil look to his face. His smile is crooked, and another scar on the right of his lip. He has tattoos- quite a bit. But one catches my eye. It looks kind of like a wolf, mixed with a warrior helmet painted dark maroon.
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I look at it suspiciously, I wonder what it could stand for. I sharp pierce of pain aches through my shoulder, but I fall numb before I can even look at what's going on, and the pain. I drop my head, and can't keep my eyes open anymore. I try scrambling across the freezing floor of my cage, but all my limbs fall numb, so it's useless. Zena stares at me, a worried look on her red face. Her green eyes droop and she whispers, "Kay," which isn't even my name. But I like it. I close my eyes, and everything goes black once again.
