Fury

Chapter four

For days it continued, him walking in, bringing her food and demanding her to consume it. Unbending she refused every single time, nibbling at the food once he left the room. The water, however, was always eagerly downed, afraid it might evaporate if not gulped down quickly. Minutes ticked by, turning into hours, fading into days. Day became night as night became day. The animalistic side of Eryn slowly became maddened, not taking well to being held down by silver chains. She couldn't let her fur side take over, not while being restrained by these bounds, it would break her bones , she would be their prisoner forever if that would happen. 

Several times she had tried attacking the men that came to deliver her food,hoping to receive her freedom. But every time she had failed, the bindings too short to let her charge at them and do some real damage. Clawing at every intruder, expressing her frustration, begging with the sharp claws pushing through her nailbeds to be left alone, to be set free. 

Eryn was so tired, exhausted from the emotions swirling within her. Angry at herself for letting them even get to the surface every now and then, she would find herself staring at the window, at the sky as tears would fill her eyes. As quickly as they came, they were gone again. Letting anger be the winning emotion, hatred brewing inside her she caught herself snarling at the door ever so often. She was a heaving mess on top of that bed, not knowing where to advert her anger to, not knowing how to handle things from that point. She despised herself for not knowing, for not being able to protect her superior, protect her pack most of all that she let herself be captured. It soon all became too much for her, the spite for herself, for that goddamn man, hatred for the entire word, consuming her, eating away at her piece by piece . 

The handle rattled once again, announcing the arrival of yet another meal. She wondered if it was the man with eyes as green as ripe olives that would attempt every time to force feed her, which always resulted in his face lined with marks where here claws had met his flesh. Or would it be that cheeky short guy, laughing and talking at first, but after that first slash at his bicep he quieted down very quickly, almost releasing his inner beast. But to fight another wolf while chained is frowned upon, not honorable. Watching him storm off like an angry child that got denied his cookie was amusing. It almost made brought a grin to her face, almost. 

But today it was not the latter that decided to bring her visit, green filled her vision, entrancing her for just a moment. Seeing him stand there with that tray in his hand, cheek still healing from her assault earlier on in the day. Setting it down next to the she-wolf he was expecting for sharp nails to reach his face or any exposed part of his body. The male cocked an eyebrow when the normal whizzing of her hands and the growls from deep within her couldn't be heard.  Picking up the chair that laid half tattered in the corner, the poor piece of plastic had to endure her wrath, her outbursts. Scraping against the ground it was dragged to the spot he first set in. Sitting down with all of his glory on top of it, he stared at her as if silently asking what was wrong.

Not having enough energy  left in her body she just sighed, looking at him. She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that she is admitting defeat, no longer fighting. Her heart felt heavy with that thought. Thinking back at her home, Ironhaven, it was a name some pups in training used as a joke once, but it stuck. For all of the warriors who lived there saw it as their haven, ruled with the iron fist of Klynn. The children in the transfer cells didn't know they were there for their own good, so they can get tough, become mature at a quicker age. Didn't knew they were taken from their families for their own good, not knowing it held true evil there. The world was an ugly place, Ironhaven made them prepare for it. And all the ones that didn't make it, were chosen by natural selection. Survival of the fittest.  It was better for them this was. Eryn believed in that ideology so much it has become her religion, a kind of mantra she kept repeating to herself every time she saw those children cry, malnourished, maddened.