Captured

My paws hit the ground as fast as I can force them to. The pain in my neglected body is driven out by the adrenaline of escape as I throw myself towards the expanse of forest in front of me.
The gallop of wolves in my wake only serves to push me further ahead- that is until the body of another wolf slams into my side and 42 razor sharp teeth clamp onto my hind leg. I shake off my attacker and gallop on as I try to ignore the feeling of blood trickling through my fur.
We must run for miles in this pattern. Weaving left and right as more and more attackers lunge from the sidelines and join the crowd behind me. We are all growing tired- me especially. The wounds inflicted on my flesh and my lack of mobility as of late drive home the fact that this is a losing battle. I know how this ends. I only prolong it with the hope of coming to a cliff which I can drive myself off of. If -or rather when- I am recaptured, I will simply be dragged back from which I came, to suffer further. Until the next time I can attempt escape and repeat the pattern again. This time in another direction.
My paws beat slower and slower, and someone lunges at my same injured leg, dragging me down, and as my head hits the floor my world goes blank once again.
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Amelia exists at the whim of others- or so she has been told. After her small pack was demolished during a territorial dispute- and she was taken captive for five long years by another pack, she has finally escaped. Navigating predatory rogues and unfamiliar forest- Amelia has become a rogue of sorts herself. Until one day, once again, she is Captured, only this time, her captor has something else in store.
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