Uncaged

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Took my brain-injured self long enough, I know; That may or may not be in need of more editing but let's ignore that. It was all of the extremely lovely comments, messages and votes that kept me going. You guys truly are the best, so just for that, I made this chapter the longest one yet as a thank you.

Buckle your seat belts folks... you're in for one wild ride

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Our paws pound the frozen earth like the beating of drums, steady and relentless. Provoking our carnal spirits onwards; Chanting faster, faster. Flaming the fire burning in the pits of our souls bonding human and wolf.

We race towards the pinprick of light in the distance like wildfire ravenous for the conquest, for victory.

Dylan hoovers to my left. His ears twitching and rotating every which way listening intently for any sound of her. Working cohesively with Collin whose nose twitched so rapidly it rivals that of a wild rabbit.

As we trek deeper into the woods an ancient crumbling cobblestone bridge appears with decaying moss climbing up the sides and inhabiting the large holes where solid stone once stood. Below is a thin film of ice separating the thundering of black ink that rushed underneath the lonely bridge.

It felt familiar like I'd seen it before in the memory of a dream. We slow our pace and stalk towards; Staying in the cover of the thick tree trunks. When it all clicked that the shadowy dream of a feeling was a real memory only that hadn't been mine. The realization that we must have been close made my heart soar.

Guards were milling about, leaning casually over the side of it and peering down into the water with bored expressions one gets doing mundane work. Bantered lazily to each other in between long drags from their cigarettes that lit up their slack faces in fleeting flames of amber.

Jasper, in his premature excitement, surged through me like a chill speeding down my spine, leaving me to watch as he braced for attack. Stretching our paws out and lowering our front halfway to the ground as our haunches raise in preparation. Without instruction Collin and Dylan followed suit, edging as close as they could get in the cover and waited for me to strike.

I watch anxiously from my cerebral perch as Jasper scans the surrounding foliage for any signs of patrolling enemy wolves.

A flicker of a grey hide flashes to the left and a shadow silently to the far right was slinking in between the base of trees was all he saw. Thankfully the wind was on our side, blowing their scents our way, luring us onwards without the risk of them scenting us first.

Not that it would affect the greater outcome, the first decent pack is superior in every manner with combat being our most renowned of our talents.

He sent two of our wolves patting off in both directions to take care of them, flicking his tail and pounces. Followed in time by Dylan and Collin. The stationed guards didn't even have the time to shriek before their throats were ripped apart like a holiday turkey. We drag them by their ankles, blood gushes from their shredded jugulars as we store them behind the trees and out of sight in case we were on the cusp of shift change.

A dim light pokes through the skeletal branches of trees grew brighter by the second, beaconing us to salvation. As I scream her name through the bond, prodding for any sense of her but was met with something off. 

...At long last, this must be it, her prison; A smaller building than I had expected.

Its' rectangular frame was made of dull grey concrete so thick it emanated an air of oppression. With a single metal frame back door illuminated by a single torch hinged above it. However plain it appears to the untrained eye it made my stomach wrench.