Project W.O.L.F.

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I woke up at the movement of Billy-Bob and growled in protest, eyes still closed. His tiny arms wrapped my neck, avoiding the silver collar, and his face pressed into my fur. I opened my eyes, seeing it was early morning. This was the third day of being tied up like a dog and I hated it. My eyes met the Alpha's who was trying to take Billy. I stood to my feet, Billy staying on my back. I stared at him with cold eyes, backing up a step or two.

"C'mon, William needs to go to his parents. Please." He said with pleading eyes. When I looked past him, I saw a couple that look exactly like him. I, then, turned to Billy that was cuddling into my fur. I carefully grabbed him by his shirt and placed in front of me for his parents to come get him and sat down at the post with backs to them. My ears and eyes were alert as I stared into the forest. Suddenly, Alpha was beside me with a set of keys in his hand. I growled a warning, almost biting off his hand. "Its okay, I'm going to let you go unchained. I'm not caving in.. We just need your help with the other pack. That's it." I looked down out the man who was untying me from the silver collar.

When it dropped, I shifted immediately, rubbing my sore neck. "Lets get this over with. Am I going alone? How big is the 'pack'? Where is the 'pack'? And what am I to do?"

"You'll have two others with you that you have to make sure that they don't die. Its a small pack of a hundred members. I'll have the other two show you the way. You are to kill on sight, protect your partners, and let the Alpha's son live.. Is a hundred too much for you and two others to take on?" He asked with furrowed brows.

"Please. I have been made for mass murder. I'm basically a weapon made to destroy everything in my way since the age of six. Don't you tell me how many of you mutts I can or can't kill." I said with a glare. "Tell these other two members that its time to go." Then I walked away, not letting him say anything else.

I waited by the pack house's doorway, pulling the cloak's hood up. The two stepped out and I gave them a quick look, before gesturing for them go first.

They were both taller than me and buffer than me. Thing-one had brown hair, and didn't seem to care that it was all messy, with black eyes that looked hazy. Thing-two was blonde with very little hair in general. He was probably growing it out after shaving his head. He had moss-green eyes that narrowed when they first met mine. They both shifted into their wolves, waiting for me to do the same. Thing-one's wolf is an ash color with speaks of black and white. Thing-two's wolf was white with a brown patch (that looked like an upside down crown) on the left side of the wolf's face under the eye.

I shifted too, ignoring their surprised looks, and gestured for them to go again.

The monster was making me hunger for death. For destruction. It's anger fills me, getting me to run faster. Its been too long since it had tasted blood and I was going to have to give in to it's craving. It was mad that there were no more fights daily in the stupid arenas. I have no choice. It was programmed into me like a drug I'm addicted to. The bloodlust came with the beast. And missing out on a only one day of battle can put the beast into a deadly mood. Just imagine what three days could do for it.