Paw Prints

Chapter 3

CHAPTER3

It's December 17, and a full moon. At midnight I turned into the wolf I am, and went running. I could finally control the wolf in me. Be able to remember what I do. It feels good to be able to do that. I came a Forrest miles away from where I live. I howled at the moon with joy. I started to race my shadow. Zig-zagging between trees. The smell of wild things was a gift to have. I found a big rock with a little snow on top. I curled up and closed my eyes. Feeling the heartbeat of Mother Earth. The sound was a gentle lullaby. I could stay this way for the rest of my life.

I woke up to hearing howling, but all I did was lay there twitching me ears. I opened one eye to see a pack of wolves around me. The one that stood out most was a pitch black one with a claw mark down his right eye. He grabbed me by the throat having me dangle. Before I started to haze out by blood loss, I saw a familiar face.

When I woke up again, I saw these grey wolves above me, and two strong white wolves at my side. The elder wolves started to whisper to each other. I tried to get up, but the white wolves didn't get off my back. The elders looked down upon me. I am a small-skinny runt, and I knew that, but I did know self defense. One of the elders commanded the soldiers to get off me. "Now, I want you to fight him!" He pointed at the black wolf from earlier, "You have to win against him for your freedom, if you shall lose. Well, lets say he might let you live," he had an awkward smile drawn on his face. 'All right, I have to win for my freedom!' When the wolf jumped down from the higher platform, he crept near me I could see the blood-shot red in his eyes. He is about six times taller than me. I looked like a chihuahua compared to him. I got down, in attack mode, then I heard him laugh at me.

"Your nothing compared to me. You be lucky to live through one of my blows!"

"I might be small," I ran up to him and scratch his left eye to match his right eye. "But, I pack a punch!"

He gave a smirk. The bloodshot in his eyes covered the rest of the light blue eyes. He ran up to me and grabbed my back and tossed me across the stone stadium. Right then and there, I knew I wasn't leaving here alive, or free. My back was bleeding from the razor sharp teeth marks that he made into my body. I tried to get up, but the shadowy figure was right above me. His ears wear like the horns of a bull, and his teeth were saws. I couldn't wait for the pain to stop. I was laying in a pool of my own blood. You could see my back bone, with nothing in the way. This was going to be my final resting place, in the eyes of the Distant Worlds. Right before my eyes were about to shut for internally, I heard someone say stop.