The Mistaken

The Mistaken

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I jerked my head to the right, my eyes bulging huge as I heard a loud howl vibrate the very ground I stood upon. The howl was close. Very. Very. Close. It didn’t sound like a normal wolf that lurked the woods. Wolves never came this near to the roads, or to people around here for that matter. I slowly backed up, hurriedly walking quickly away as my legs moved faster, into a running pace. I came to a sudden halt. There was a wolf right in front of me sitting there, licking its paw casually. I spin around slowly, only to come nose to nose to another wolf. This one was bigger than the other, but as I quickly noticed, these weren’t ordinary wolves. In fact, they were much, MUCH, bigger. I felt a heated breath on the back of my neck as I realized the wolf that was casually licking its paw graze its teeth across my neck as I shudder in pure fear. “What do you want from me?” I whisper as I choke out, scared to death that I was about to die. The worst part was, I KNEW I was about to die.
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Exerpt: "I pulled my chain with every breath I took. Every inhale of my poking ribs was another. Blood dripped from my neck wound to the floor in globs. I was tired. As I pulled another time, the sirens of the facility blared in my ears. They were already laid back in pain and lack of hope. Being pulled from my family, I grew up here, so the rushing of footsteps was nothing new. I finally callapsed as my door swung open. I laid in a heap of 6' 10" wolf. My ice-like eyes making contact with a brilliant blue. That blue reminds me of the old lake I used to go to as a pup. It's such a pretty blue. The male lifted a finger to his ear and said something my rining ears couldn't pick up. He walked over to me slowly, as if he didn't want to hurt me, taking hold of my metal collar covered in blood breaking it. He tried picking me up, but with his short frame, even my malnourished body was to heavy and large for him alone. "Just leave me to die" I whined hoping he'd realized I lost hope.

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