Unsainted

10: The Wolf Queen

Atrox had the nightmare again. Now with only more detail. John had lured him into the back of the church, feeding him lies and empty promises about being in the choir. Atrox had a knack for music, at least he used to.

John took that all away when he poisoned him, but what kind of poison; remained a mystery. Chloroform, cyanide, an overdose of something that normally harmless; whatever it was, it took Atrox down whilst he was standing. But it was the fall his head took from his height, to the stone floor that killed him.

Everything after that was just a blurry sensation. Something wet, something hot, a laceration here and there; he was too far gone to remember it all.

Now Atrox left his dreamscape and slowly emerged back into reality, although it didn't seem to be much better. He awoke on a cold tiled floor, in a pitch black room. The darkness didn't bother him, he could see perfectly in the absence of light. Atrox rolled onto his stomach, and slowly climbed to his feet. The room itself was rather plain, once dining area. He walked towards the only door in the room, watching the small beam of light that emitted from underneath it.

Atrox pressed his ear against the door and listened. Aside from the occasional whimper from a dog, silence was the only other thing Atrox could hear. At least until the door was pulled open. Atrox stood still as the door he was leaning against was quickly pulled away, and giving him full sight of the next room.

It was much bigger than the one he had woken up it, furnished with a single couch; its windows boarded up alongside a heavily locked door. And populated with four large wolves, they were at least twice the size of a german shepherd and covered in fluffy grey fur.

"Hey"

A voice said from the otherside of the door. Atrox glanced over to see a rather menacing looking girl, she stood at the Atrox's height. With long black hair, glowing red eyes and pale skin, And covered herself in long black clothing, witch a black leather jacket over the top.

"Who are you?" the girl growled,

Atrox didn't answer, the question caught him off guard. The girl stepped towards Atrox and pushed him back into the room; and slamming the door shut behind her.

"I start calling for my wolves and you show up, you didn't even have the courtesy to save me"

Atrox brought back his senses, at least enough to argue with the girl.

"You started it" Atrox said,

"you're the one who tackled me."

"And so what? I expected large fluffy killing machines, but instead I got a monster"

"don't call me that"

"why? Are you confused about your species all the sudden?"

Atrox paused for a moment, attempting to process the question.

"Am I... What?"

The girl rolled her eyes and gestured to Atrox's physique.

"What do you think you are?" she said tilting her head to one side. Frustratingly Atrox couldn't answer the question, to him it was deceptively simple and he spent too long trying to figure out if it was a trick question.

"I'm, a person... I'm human" Atrox said slowly; watching the girl's face fall into a concerned look.

"I don't think you are" she said, "you certainly don't taste like one."

Atrox took a step back; in fright and confusion,

"excuse me, what?" he said abruptly. The girl stared at Atrox uncomfortably; with her mouth slightly open, licking her top row of teeth.