One Pup

Prologue

P.s. One Pup is the sequel of One Omega. Best to read that first before this.

Quiet.

Stealthy.

I knew I couldn't mess this up. The lights were still off and once again; the Owner was passed out drunk. But still. I needed to be quiet. My paws moved without a sound as I went to the furthest part of the artificial cave, ears pricked for any sound.

The humans couldn't see here. But I could. I had noticed how there had been a lot of people going in my den after locking me up. Lots of loud noises would sound as they spoke about a crack in the wall. A burst pipe weakening its condition. How they would need to build reinforcements.

How stupid of them to think I didn't understand them.

My claws scraped over the wall, giving off an unpleasant sensation at the sensitive nerves and I froze as I heard a staggered inhale.

Quietly. Need to be quiet.

I was all alone in this gilded cage. My earliest memories were of harsh cold sticking to my body until soothing warmth had enveloped me. Wriggling bodies, squirming over and under me, annoyed yelps...

And the scent of home. Of love, brotherhood...family.

The coldness of the dark, how the bundle of warmth beside me disappeared when a cool hand picked me up. And then I was locked away, moved from cage to cage, collared, muzzled.

My mind cleared as I shook my head before starting to claw at the wall in earnest. I knew it was the outer wall, closest to the vast outside I had seen through the windows.

I also knew my Owner was going to sell me off, being bored after finally getting me as a present for his wife. Many people had bought me, sold me and passed me on; Collectors, the Rich Upper-class, the underground market trying to sell me as a pet.

They had it easy when I was still a pup. People were good to me back then, they fed me, hugged and treated me kindly. But that was only for a few months; as soon as I grew too big, I was scolded, slapped and then sold to the highest bidder.

People who were certain they could train me, break me in. men pitting me against dogs until I was taken away by men in blue. The same uniformed men that sold me in the cover of the night to some rich man looking for exotic animals to add to his collection.

Someone who wanted a pet, to brag and boast about having a wolf as a companion. How they managed to concur a wild beast and make it do their bidding.

But I knew in my heart I wasn't some lapdog to heel at its master's commands. Even with the shock collar around my throat, I would risk another escape.

I wanted to find a family. A place where I belonged.

Slowly the wall started to crumble and little by little, I scraped through the outer layer and felt my nails poke through to the other end. Sticking my muzzle in the hole, I inhaled deeply and felt my eyes roll back at the fresh air that greeted me.

Freedom.

My paws picked up the speed, growing agitated and careless. Feint red stripes appeared each time I clawed and my paws stung sharply but I continued. The hole was almost big enough to slip my head through.

Adding a few more scrapes, my heart was pounding in my chest, the being in my mind going in a frenzy as I fell on my side and clawed like crazy. Just a little bit more.... I... need....out....NOW!

My heart froze as the door opened, the Owner's annoying wife spotting me, my muzzle and paws colored with dust before she let out a screech and woke up the man.