The Lone Rogue

2

(Unedited)

I run for what feels like hours. My body tired, the lack of food taking it's toll, the rabbit earlier already digested and nutrients absorbed due to my high metabolism. Though many wolves would collapse due to exhaustion at this stage, I have built up a higher tolerance, I can go for long periods of time without food and still be able to fight off other menial wolves from the packs I pass. It's not like I look for the fight, I would rather live in peace and be free from the worries of the past, yet when I do get the chance to, I kill mercilessly, as if I am back in the past, I am automatically on the defence, everyone is there to hurt me and I must erase them from the world.

Slowing to a trot I look up to the sky, the moon is disappearing in the horizon and the sun's light begins to rid the sky of its stars,distracted by the beauty of the sky and departing moon I have let my guard down for too long, only just realising I had entered pack territory.  As I crossed over the boundary line I feel a wave of power something much stronger and authoritative than any of the other pack boundaries I had crossed before. I don't feel fear only tension of the power I know this pack holds , I cannot fight them alone.

In seconds I am surrounded by many werewolves some in wolf form and others not, but all ready to fight. They are strong, I can tell by the power that radiates off them. Instantly I am ready to fight despite knowing I cannot beat this many well trained wolves. Their bodies are built and unlike me their bones are not exposed. Though I cannot kill them all I will not back down, I can't, I will never return to the way that things were and I know that all of these wolves are no different to those from my past, I disgust them they put their trust in one another and are surprised when they are hurt or betrayed. They brutalise those who are lesser than them and treat those who who are of a higher rank with respect they have not earned and do not deserve.

I raise my hackles high, exposing my teeth and growling  from deep within me. I show them that I will not back down like they had expected and yet they still do not make any kind of advance towards me. Getting agitated from the inclosed feeling around me I have to get away, I do not like the binding space that they have made around me and the only way out is to fight. Unexpectedly turning around behind me I lean back on my hind legs and run my paws over the muzzle of the wolf behind me, ripping his skin open and causing him to howl in pain. I jump on the back of the wolf next to it before it even knows what's happening and bite its neck causing it to fall to the ground. The next three wolves are eliminated within seconds as I use my claws to cut the tendons behind their knees.

After the few seconds it takes for me to defeat the wolves I feel a presence of someone come forth through the group, I turn around ready to attack and I notice that the power he radiates is one of a beta. Still with no hesitation I charge towards him ready to attack. But suddenly and all at once  he nods slightly to someone behind me and before I can register what has happened, all I see is black.

*** *** *** ***

I wake up with a start and jump to my feet, only to fall to the ground again and as I look down I notice silver chains wrapped around my feet hindering me from getting up. I shake my head slightly, amused at their attempt to restrain me. I easily break out of them, the silver doing no harm due to the resistance i had built up to it over the years before I escaped to the wild. I notice I am in some kind of room, the walls are made out of a kind of stone and their are bars coated in silver and wolfsbane, I can smell it. There are no sounds and the silence is deafening, after searching for a way out I conclude that escape futile. For the first time in years, fear slowly creeps in as once again I am trapped and imprisoned with no way out.

With my only wish to disappear I crawl over to the furthest corner in the bland room and curl in to the smallest ball my bony body would allow me to, I whine only hoping that he would not appear in front of the bars once again to take me to the one place that could bring me to my knees, my hell, and with these thoughts in my mind I slowly drift out of consciousness if only to escape this bitter reality. The once strong and fierce fighter in the land that she loved was gone and instead laid a breakable young wolf with memories of the past anyone would beg to forget.

I wake sightly to the sound of voices coming towards me. My head is towards the wall, my nose touching it the surface scratching it when I breath. I open my eyes slightly as I hear them stop outside the room. I make no move, scared they will take me to him. I shake slightly at the thought of it and the pain he put me and others through.

"What! She broke out of the silver" one says in alarm.

"Just go in James" I notice they sound like young wolves. Still I do not move. 

There is a creak of the door opening and I hear footsteps. Out of fear I jump up and growl ready to attack. The pathetic boy screams a high pitch scream, drops something and runs out as fast as he can, his companion laughing at his actions and slapping his knees. I make direct eye contact from the corner I am standing in, a sign of challenge, they automatically bend their heads in submission and leave knowing I could end their lives if they were on the other side of the bars. Good decision. 

After I am sure that they have left I avert my eyes to what the boy had dropped, I sniff the air, its food and my stomach growls begging for it, but I will not eat, I will not submit. I return to the corner my nose scraping the rough surface again reminding me of the past.

*** *** *** ***

I don't know how long I have been here, my stomach hurts from the hunger and my nose has a scab on it from rubbing on the wall. More people have come back to give me food and the room is now littered with bowls and food on the floor. I huff as another loud noise emits from my stomach. I would rather die of starvation then submit to another wolf, especially some entitled pack.

Just as my thoughts begin to turn I hear loud foot steps coming down the hallway. Heavy feet make loud noises against the floor that echo against the walls. After a few seconds the foot steps stop outside my chamber. I feel the same power outside of the room as I did on the day they captured me and I know that it is the beta. Something scrapes against the floor.

"You injured 5 of my wolves" Anger in his voice. Still I do not look, afraid of what he may do, though I know that in one on one combat I could kill him, but right now I am weak and at a disadvantage in his territory behind his bars. 

"You don't eat the food the pack provides and you stay stuck in that corner. Why did you attack when we had posed no threat to you?" I don't answer.

"Shift" He says calmly and I still don't move.

He waits a few moments assessing me and I can feel the anger build up in him as I ignore his order. His instinct telling him he's superior, that I must submit. Though I would never. The beta leaves after waiting for me to do as told, when he releases I will not respond he leaves. turning my head I see all that is left is a chair that he had scraped over in front of the bars.

I close my eyes and instead of sadness I feel anger, how dare they hold me here, pathetic pack of mut's, they are lucky I didn't kill any of the other wolves my only aim was to escape, to be free. I do not want to be anywhere near a pack, all they will bring is confinement and hurt. I long for the feel of natures breeze through my fur and the glow of the moon from the moon goddess shining on me. I look out through the small barred window at the top of the room and the glow of the moon is brightly shining through, giving me hope, I slowly sit up my muscles screaming with the movement, I look up through the window and howl, a howl from deep within me a howl of sorrow and pain.