The Battle of the Alpha

”Owwwwwwww ” I groaned as I struggled against the thick chains holding me captive, the tight metal collar burned my throat.

My bones were chilled by the icy wind that bit at me. My fur coat did not provide me with any warmth. It was thinning out as a result of my worry, fear, and anxiety.

Lack of food and water also made things difficult for me.

I have not been in my human form since I arrived here. They kept us tethered when we were wolves.

I was unable to shift back because of my weakness. I felt like I was being punished for being alive and having a wolf because I was being treated like a mutt and chained outside.

I tried to limber up by pacing around the small area I had as the snow and ice crunched beneath my paws. Today I had to fight once more. They treated us like fighting dogs.

They wagered on us, on who would win, and on who would bleed first.

The stinging bite mark from the battle was still hurting me on my shoulder. Despite my victory, there was no ultimate prize.

If you
e their favourite, they might award the winner with a tiny cup of tainted water and a piece of rotten flesh.

In their favour, I knelt on the ground, bowed my head, and awaited being led to my combat. Ive been there for over two years now. Nearly as long as I have been here, there is just one other wolf.

I had never seen her and had only heard men making oblique jokes about her after fights.

The others are hardly old; most stay for a brief while before passing away. We are continually bringing in new ones. I could only make out one, and it was only a few feet away. She was a diminutive wolf with a copper coat. She was frail, and we both knew she wouldn last long.

As soon as I heard footsteps coming toward me, I snapped my head up. It was Butch, a rather tall, hulking man. I was constantly accompanied to the arena by him.

You are aware of the drill: I will murder you if you attempt to flee. He took my collars chain off and grabbed my scruff. It hurt severely.

The tight metal collar had left my necks flesh raw and red. He carried me into the jungle until we came to an area that was used as an arena.

The earlier battles had left the white snow-stained scarlet, giving the air an ironic fragrance.

Zack pushed me into the centre of the group of men. They alternated between grabbing me,