"Of course! I forgot I live in a freaking cliche..." I mutter to him as he glares down at me.
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It feels like I've been rotting here forever, in the random cages, listening to the random goons. It's not very big, the new steel crate they lock me up in, well us in. I can barely stand with the freedom of one inch above my head. It's not as wide as my wingspan, so it gets pretty annoying being cramped in here. They don't treat me too bad, I'm one of the favorites because they can't seem to get me off trade. But why they haven't discarded me leaves me wondering. They keep shipping me around...I'm not very pretty, I have shades of all browns in my hair, freckles dotted everywhere, and I'm no model. I don't have a flat stomach, and that's why I don't wear crop tops, it's kind of noticeably not flat. But it's not fat either, it's just what a healthy human looks like...I've accepted that I may not be in People's magazine but hey I can still be pretty with make up so... If only I had makeup.
"Foods here you worthless slobs." I see the guard striding over to the table down the hall, the strange yellow lights flickering on him. He growls and drops a box to the ground. I hear everyone sigh with relief, knowing we won't starve. There's tons of other crates, some smaller some larger, but all contain people. Well, rouge wolves...
But I'm no rouge, I belong to a pack.
"Hey I'm here anything new." A huge silhouette barges through the door, more commanding than questioning. The voice sets a fuzzy static in my head, filling it with clouds. "Well we have new transfers from the other pack holdings if you want to check."
Cough cough me... And a little boy, I've learned very few about him. He is scrawny and has red squirrelly hair that falls barely over his faded blue ocean eyes. His name is Teddy.
"Take me to them now." Static voice barks. He has a low, vicious voice that could shatter diamonds.
I hear the footsteps wander over to Teddy's crate, a small whimper barely is heard. But it's still there. "Shut up!" The guard snaps at him. 'He just a kid chill dude!' My wolf sasses. "There's another one in the back getting discarded tomorrow." He slurs out. Wait... Me? Tomorrow! No! No. No.... I-I can't be discarded t-tomorrow! I'm just 18! I have so much left to do! Try Taco Bell! Find my mate! Have a family! Silent tears start fall heavy down my cheeks, pulling my knees to my chest and letting my head fall into my hands.
"No... No..." I softly cough out between tears. "Wait..." I hear the voice bellow out. "How dare you!" The fuzzy voice yells so loud I snap out of my sobs. Looking up I see the guard pinned against the wall literally turning blue under the grasp of the huge silhouette of Mr. Dream Voice. What the heck is going on!? I gasp and scurry backwards, farthest from him. My lungs keep spazzing and I'm gasping for air. I feel the inner rumble of my wolf growling in defense. I guess my wheezing caused the attacker to look back at me and his eyes go sharp. They are all black like a galaxy that lost its stars, am they have a glint of evil swirling within. "You ps-psycho!" I squeak out. He just zones out and drops the guard, leaving him limp on the floor. Striding towards me, he squats down at the door of the crate. Holding on to the side bars he looks down at his feet. "Your a rouge." He scoffs out and shakes his head, smiling as if this is all a joke. As if this wasn't real. "I'm dying anyways." I growl at him. "Just go ahead kill me! I'm tired of this box cage crap anyways." Clenching my teeth I stare at him. He looks up at me and pins me down with his swirling black galaxies. He chuckles and goes to unlock the padlock on the door. "No!" I scream as the lock clicks open.
