I don’t know where I am. I don’t know what the hell’s going on.They shoved me in that crate for what felt like days and days, and now I’m stood here, held up, like I’m in some sort of prisoner exchange, wearing nothing more than that damned t-shirt that is barely covering anything.The amount of Wolves surrounding us makes my skin itch and I know, if it wasn’t for this awful thing around my neck, my own Wolf would be screaming at me to run, to flee, to escape.I jerk against the human hands holding me. Whatever drug they gave me before they bundled me here is still working to full effect because I can’t fight them. I can barely even stand up.Fangboy is talking. His voice echoes in my head and I stare at my feet, trying to understand the words but they make no sense, and they sound so distorted.The Wolves around him laugh. Like he’s said something funny. Like this is all some sort of joke.And then suddenly the piece of shit human holding me up wrenches my head back by my hair so fa
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