Fighting for Freedom

This is my first werewolf story! Please leave some constructive comments. I'm kinda nervous, so fingers crossed!

*Dream*

I am running in a forest, but in my wolf. Not even the wind can catch me. Soft morning light streams through the trees. Birds are singing above me, creating a unified sound that only makes me want to run faster, so that maybe I could with them and maybe, fly away. I feel free here. No one can tell me what to do. I bark a laugh and run faster.

Suddenly, I hear something running behind me. No, somethings. I turn my head, still running, and see five other wolves chasing me. Make wolves. Oh God, they're here to take me. I release a threatening growl and somehow, run even faster. But no matter how fast, they keep coming closer.

A break in the trees reveals a sharp cliff. It's too high to jump off of. I'm trapped. I stop only a couple feet from the cliff and turn around in a defensive position, growling. Just to provoke me, the wolves walk slowly towards me out of the forest. All heads high, seemingly relaxed, to show how non-threatened they are by my obviously aggressive presence.

The one in the middle is the leader, obvious because of his dominant air and bigger size. His fur is as dark as night with a dark gray spot on his lower back and his eyes are a light green with noticeable spots of gold. There are two other wolves on his left and right.

They all stop except for the leader, who tauntingly steps closer and closer until he is less than a foot away from my body. He stops and growls at me, demanding me to submit. I stand my ground and growl louder, but feel my tail quivering, aching to go between my legs and give what the alpha wants. He tackles me on my stomach non too gently and bites my neck warningly. I whimper and become absolutely still, knowing that pissing this wolf may result in my death.

I look up into the alpha's eyes, and recognize him.

                                                     Thought you could run princess?