Primal Inheritance: Freedom [COMPLETED]

Chapter 40: Stalling

Allen

"Any volunteers to die first?" asked Donovan.
Nobody responded.

"Really...well... I nominate Allen as tribute." He said jokingly. Donovan patted my shoulder and nudged me forward, a nervous smile on his face.
Marissa pulled me back.

"I'm sick of your issues with Allen. Why don't you just shut up and keep all of your little ideas and thoughts to yourself?" She said angrily.

"Actually," I started. "That might be a good idea. Our wolf claws are sharp, right? Probably sharp enough to go through these walls. So I'm thinking if I transform into my wolf man form and jump, I should be able to climb these walls. Or at least hold onto them."

Everyone looked worried, even Donovan.

"Are you sure about this?" asked Jamie.

"Yes. I'm positive. And I'm not trying to put you out there, but I think you should try too," I said, talking to Donovan.

"You also have the form." I reminded him. "We could split up. You could try to make it to the other side, and I'll slowly make my way down."

"What if the walls are reinforced, or something like that? What if we can't punch and claw our way through them?"

I had to think about that. If we both fell down, the mission would practically end. That is, depending on what's down there. The way Shaye looked when he saw the pit, I felt like there might be something down there. Maybe even Danielle. It certainly looked like a place they would torture someone, and it had to have been built for a reason.

"I'll go first, of course. If I plummet to my death, you know what not to do. You can go back down and use the stairs. Simple."

"Fine." said Donovan. He cracked his neck both ways. "Let's go."

Everyone backed away to make space for me. I closed my stretched a little, and imagined the wolf form taking over. I imagined my hands and arms getting bigger, changing before my eyes. I imagined running around, jumping high, being completely free from all responsibility.

My whole body shuddered and I got goosebumps. My arms started to each and I thought harder. I thought about my extremely strong sense of smell, and the grass, dirt, and trees. I thought about my fight with Donovan, and my concentration broke. My teeth got sharper and bit into my tongue. I tasted blood, and my heart started pounding. All I could imagine was me tearing Donovan apart, ripping out his throat, biting his heart in half and cutting off his head. I felt a small touch on my back and heard a voice.

"Allen, are you okay? We can't read your mind right now."

I blinked. At some point I grabbed the elevator doors for support but my grip was too strong. I had broken the walls of the elevator while I was trying to transform. I had succeeded, but something was off with my transformation. I didn't feel like I had control.

"Come on. Let's see if we can do this." Donovan told me.

I mumbled a low growl. I got this. I concentrated.

After a count of three, I half ran half jumped out of the elevator and aimed for the left side. The impact felt like nothing but I furiously slammed my claws into the metal, hoping they would cut through.