Trapped [ON HIATUS | BEING REWRITTEN]

Prologue

Inside this cruel prison, ambushed with silver at every corner. Surrounded by the sight and smells of other wolves. Hungry, wounded. Fighting amongst themselves, for dominance and food.

The humans, standing on raised platforms. Laughing. Clicking pictures. Throwing down tiny bloody slabs of meat. Watching the wolves kill each other. Desperate for the pitiful meals.

This is my life now. Captured. Tortured.

Trapped.

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"K-Kale. Kale. Help me! Please....h-help.."

"No! Let her go!"

"Kale! Kale, please! Don't let them take me!"

"I won't!"

"W-wait...Wait! No, no......open your eyes! Please....."

"Leave me alone! You killed her! No!"

"...please..."

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"You're coming with us, mutt."

"Did you really think we wouldn't find you?"

"We'll always find you. No matter where you are."

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