Ikea Wolves

CHAPTER 5 :

I was on an old hunting trail hoping to find some mice for a gift. As I entered a small cave it was already late to get out, the rogue pack surrounded me outside the cave.

I heard a laugh, and later a cold scratchy voice proclaiming with triumph, "We caught one of the wolves from the blood's sunset pack."

Another mangy wolf said, "Yes, she will be a great prisoner, her for food--and lots of it."

"Wait she is missing a leg," one wolf said. I bit back an obviously. "She will be no use for their pack."

"What will we do with her then, commander?"

"Keep her trapped here. I'll return soon with what to do with her."

After what I assumed the commander left I heard others talking about me. It resonated through the cave's stone walls.

"Why don't we poke her with a stick o-o-or why don't we bury her up to her neck and see what happens?"

I was too scared to say anything back to them so all I did was sit there and silently cried. They came back and started to talk to me nicely. I wanted to give in but I had to stay strong, for I was stronger than what they saw me to be.

"Hey, little pup why don't you come out here and talk to us about yourself?"

"NEVER! I'll never come out! I am smarter and stronger than you think," I growled.

"Fine then. We'll come in," he sounded amused as if dealing with a pup instead of a full grown wolf.

I tried to hide from them, but I was too slow because of my leg. They found me and dragged me out by my scruff, I was struggling like a maniac. I stopped struggling, I ran out of energy, I could hear my fur ripping from my good ear. Time stopped. Blackness overcame me.