Wolf Bite; Men Among Them ( Discontinued )

Prologue

Prologue

Barks and cries sounded throughout the building, wolves begging to be let out of their cages. They gnawed on the bars that separated them from freedom, and some were shaking, fearing the men would come back with more painful tests. Some wolves had even gone insane from being trapped inside a box for so long.

One of the wolves swayed back and forth as she tried to keep her balance, but her legs were too weak to hold her up. She slumped down and stared at the bars, hunger boiling in her stomach.

The werewolf was different from the others; she was the only green. But that was the only thing different about her. They were all treated the same; being poked with needles, and being starved half the time.

A loud squeak made the wolf perk her ears. Her gaze drifted slowly to the door, and saw that three men were coming in, a rolling cage with a cover on top being pushed in front of them.

Probably another capture. She thought sadly.

Another man slipped in from behind them, and she tilted her head in confusion. It was the leader of the group, but the strange thing was that he rarely ever visited the prison. And it even became stranger when they all stopped in front of her cage. She slowly rose to her paws, her hind legs threatening to buckle under her.

"What do you want?" she asked in a raspy voice.

The young leader bent down to her level and a smirk appeared on his face. He had dirty blonde hair with green eyes, his slender figure blocking the light. He had on a black t-shirt with black jeans, and wooden and silver necklaces; one with the shape of a cross and the other a yin yang symbol.

"I want you to answer some questions for me, if it's not too much to ask for." He replied, his smirk still attached to his lips.

The wolf huffed. "Would it matter if it is?"

"Oh, I think it would. Well, that is if you care for these people." He shot back as he signaled his men.

They nodded and pulled the cover off, revealing her family. She gasped, shock pulsing through her. They didn't even know about the werewolves' existence, let alone letting them find out she was one of them. They had the looks of fright and shock themselves as they stared at her, their jaws gaping.

She then gave the leader a vicious glare. "You bastard." She growled.

It was strange for her to hear herself now. She used to be cheery and bright, but now she was just a bundle of anger and sadness. Being captured changed her.

The leader chuckled. "Please, call me Quilon. Quilon Blackwood. You see, if you don't cooperate with me, a member of your family will pay the price for your disobedience."

"What do you want to know?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"I want to know why your kind is so rare, if your kind has anything we need for my sister. I do believe your kind attacked me and my family years ago, right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Our kind has only been around for a year. And we can't possibly have anything more than the reds, blues, or yellows."

"Oh, you're right," he agreed, "But I have a feeling that your kind leader has the power we need. She's the one with the crystal, right?"

She felt another growl tumble in her throat. "I'll never tell you about Anjela. I'm loyal to her, not you."

He stood up and pulled a remote from his pocket. He then shook his head with disapproval before pressing one of the buttons.

"I warned you."

Almost immediately her older brother, Kale, dropped to the bottom of the cage, holding his stomach. He cried as he struggled, and the wolf watched in horror as blood started to poor from his mouth and nose.

"What are you doing?" she cried, "Please, Stop!"

Quilon shook his head again. "What do you mean? You're the one who's killing him. You disobeyed me, he gets the punishment."

A couple of moments ticked by before her brother dropped further, his body going limp. Her parents and siblings cried and shrieked with grief, tears rolling down their cheeks. They then turned their heads towards her, their faces twisted with terror.

"Please, Piper!" her mother spoke between sobs, "Give him what he wants!"

"Don't worry, their deaths will be even worse if your stubbornness gets the better of you." Quilon spoke, his tone cold.

Just then, the door flew open and a woman with a black cloak rushed in, a worried expression on her face. She stopped in front of the leader and tugged on his arm. "She's getting worse. Her fever isn't breaking and she's starting to hallucinate. We have to preform another ritual. It may keep her alive, for now."

Quilon's eyes widened with fear. "I have to go see her."

The nun nodded before heading out the door again, her shadow telling Piper that she was waiting outside.

Quilon bent down and wagged the remote in front of her. "Think about your family next time. Or the youngest gets it next."

And with that he began walking out, whispering something to one of the men beside the rolling cage. The man nodded and opened the portable cage, pulling Kale's body out. He then slammed the door before setting the body at the foot of her cage. He then left her, him and the other two men pulling the cage away and into another room.

Piper glanced down at her brother, tears watering her eyes. She dropped back to the ground and sobbed, her muzzle pressed up against the bars. She didn't know what to do. Either give Quilon what he wants, or let her family members die for her actions. She held in another cry and looked up at the cage ceiling.

What would Anjela do?