The Breeders

Chapter 6 A Plot To Kill (New addition)

~Hawke~

As I trudged through the snow, I could hear my master whistle for me to come. I could tell by the way he did it that he was wondering where I was. Judging by how long it was taking me to get back. That damned north wolf tore my shoulder, hind leg, muzzle, and even my back up badly. I couldn't believe I encountered a royal and survived. I was grateful for the fight it had been a while since a wolf got the drop on me. All the more to improve my combat skills and to one day get a rematch I wanted his power.

My leg dragged against the cold snow aiding me in numbing some of the pain. I looked back seeing a trail of my blood being left behind in the snow. Its bright red tint looked foreign against the pure white snow. It was almost a crime. The pain was almost unbearable. Thankfully for us wolves we healed fast, especially the strong ones. I could feel the bones painfully mending themselves back together. It would take minutes for it to mend but more time to heal properly.

A boy ran past me stumbling into a tree. He was pretty bloody and I faintly remember him being hurt. He looked over at me with wide eyes full of fear. As well he should, given the fact no human dared be this close to a wolf, a werewolf at that. They came in numbers and with weapons to deal with us if they needed. Only masters could be close to us to direct us in battle, even then sometimes we weren't always willing.

The damn humans had some way of controlling us all these years. I couldn't figure out how they were doing it. It was like they flipped a switch and we bowed down to them against our will yet we couldn't help it. We did as we were told even though fighting within our minds to not do it. Like puppets.

The boy tried to stand and failed screaming at his messed-up arm, how pathetic. I dragged myself closer to him although he struggled to try and run from me. Which was stupid on his part if I wanted him dead, I would have done it already. Lucky for him he did not have to worry masters' orders were to bring back any fallen humans. I leaned down and slid my massive head in between his legs so that he had no choice but to be scooped onto my back. All the while he screamed bloody murder like I had just bit of his leg. Oh, moon goddess, end it now.

I kept going towards the master and as I got close, I could feel that overwhelming feeling of submission and obedience taking over my limbs. I crouched low to the ground, ears turned back, tail between my legs in front of the master wagging my tail. In frustration of course but to an on looker I would be seen as a dog submitting to its owner. That pissed me off to no end. I had no control, I felt like his damned dog.

The human slipped off my back with another scream escaping him. Such a pussy.

The master looked down at me furious. He looked me over while I was still submitting to him, licking my muzzle of the blood that trickled down.

"That damned wolf is more trouble than he is worth." He spoke irritated.

Clearly, he wasn't happy that his little plan didn't work, yet what was I to do? There was no way of knowing that the wolf was that powerful nor that he took a liking to that she-wolf. At first when he had told me to go after her and take her, I was furious. He was interrupting me and my she-wolves after he promised me, he wouldn't bother me. That was my reward for winning the battle for him. Now I had to go after another she-wolf?

On top of that I have my legs, shoulder, back, and muzzle messed up because of it and carrying a human on my back. I think carrying the human was the worst part of this day. Plus, he was a baby and cried too much. At least try and take it like a man instead of crying over it.

Yet despite all that I wasn't that upset anymore I did get a worthy wolf to fight against. Mainly that she-wolf was so enticing that I couldn't help but take her. She was small yet graceful in her movements and held such an innocent way about her. She had to be the most beautiful she-wolf I'd ever seen. Her fur was the purest of white with grey and brown speckles on top. My anger almost instantly melted away when I saw her, especially those bright blue eyes that were uncommon for our kind. I wanted her. I would get her one day if it was the last thing that I did I would make sure I put that north wolf down for good.

"Damn it! As soon as you are healed you are going back out to battle. For now, let's hope that my plan works." He said and started cursing under his breath.

I followed already feeling my legs heal slightly although it would still take a while for it to heal properly. I hoped he would send me back in so I could take her, but then again it was only a matter of time. I stood firmly on my injured legs feeling adrenaline run through my veins at the thought. The pain was subsiding and my body began to heel up a little faster. The master turned his arms crossed over his chest pride flowing through him.

"Are you ready to take on the battle single handed and slaughter them?" He said, a smile appearing on his face.

I knew he didn't mean on my own but mine as well be on my own since I alone had the most kills. Everyone called me the death hound because of it, and I loved every moment of it. The glory was always mine.

I stood tall, straightening myself holding my head up, baring my teeth in a menacing way. I threw my head back and howled into the cold air showing my master that I was. Also, to irritate that wolf letting him know I planned on taking what was his. I challenged him, a royal, to a fight to the death. I knew he would accept and he howled his response. My body filled with glee. Soon I would have everything I wanted, and then after that I would work for my chance to take down these humans making them extinct.

The master chuckled at my response with a smirk on his face. The boy screamed still shivering in the cold, I looked at him sideways and then back at my master.

"Leave him, we have no room for the weak. He can find his way out." He stated flatly and I followed with moderate difficulty.

There was no room for the weak. A statement that he had drilled into for so many years. I turned away from the boy's pleas and followed behind my master. One day I would leave him in that state showing him how weak he really was.

Flashes of my last memories of my mother kept replaying in my head. My anger grew as I followed Master as he walked confidently. He really did think that I was his to command, but I belonged to no one.

My mother was all I had left even though I could not remember much about her, I knew she was great. Sadly, my memories were touch and go and I could never fully piece them together. But there was always this place in patrol that called to me like I'd been there before. I never understood why but this whole place always seemed familiar despite never being here. I could only hope that with time they would come back. For now, I would settle for the right opportunity to kill Master, letting it fester in my mind. I would kill him slowly and he would know my true anger.

For now, I would suppress the powerful urges I felt to rip him apart.