e just a little bit of my body at a time starting with my tail, then my paws until finally I am able to have full control of my body with just a little sluggishness in my limbs. I let out a lo

rch as I am an eye sore to the Alpha. A she-wolf with

keeps me safe from most of the harsh elements I can not make out the occupant beside me. With a deep breath I focus on scenting the air to figure out who else fought against going to The Run until the scent of strawberries and pine -the familiar scent of Amelia, daughter to the Alpha of my pack – hits my nose. I t

pathetic

e to the way the packs are ruled by the Alpha King, I have no choice but to comply with the patriotic ways of werewolf society. What I would give just to be human. To

border; outside of it to be exact. If I can knock this cage onto the ground, I will be set free and given a chance to run away and hide from the event that would take place soon for

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ed inside the stupid cages or to harm us in any way, even kill us sadly. Many Hunters who know of the supernatural races

I awoke in and sit in the center, waiting for when my cage will be opened, most likely at the start of The Run. Judging

ing to reach my best friend. I wait, receivi

er cage. Sounds of someone stirring beside me brings a slight relief and I wond

he link, but Amelia soon reaches out and I am relieved

?] I ask, hearing a sli

uppress a growl, wanting to sink my teeth into the man that fathered her more than ever. Bryden is the man Amelia loves, the man she want

ch energy as you can for now.] I coo to the she-wolf,

asleep and sigh, sending a prayer to the Moon Goddess to help Amelia metabolize the drugs before we rea

s of the cage I take in the night sky and take a deep breath. I know just by looking out towards the night sky with an almost full moon I had slept for a day, maybe two. It is easy to tell with the fresh scent of rain that still lingered in the air

th the Alpha, then I would have to rest and save my strength. So I let the safety of sleep

change my life and f