THE COLLECTOR
“Well; aren't you a beautiful Wolf?” I asked with a knowing smirk.
This should be a wolf from Vance's pack.
I wanted to have a conversation with him when he jumped on me, claws and all
“Hahaha,” I was laughing hard.
These people never learn
I thought as I caught him by the throat mid-air, throwing him against the rocky ground.
“Who are you?” I asked disgusted and angry.
He groans in response to my question.
I kick him as he groans more
“WHO ARE YOU?”
He made to reply but coughed out blood.
“Why do you think you could defeat me?” I snarled, squatting to his level.
He groaned, spat out blood, and struggled to sit erect.
“You wanna sit?”
He nodded
“Alright then…” lifting him to a sitting position.
“Are you comfortable?”
He gave me a death stare that made me laugh
“You think you are fierce?” I was laughing now.
Wolfs All of ‘em are the same. Always act like they can do this.
“Now young pup…” I began as he snarled at the mention of “pup”
“Ohhhh…!” I gave a mock apology “Did I hurt your feelings - pup?”
He made to talk again and spat out more blood.
“If I were you, I'd listen. There are a lot of questions I wanna ask and you’d need all your strength to reply to me” I paused to look at him.
“I won't like it very much if I ask you a question and you don't reply,” I said my brows furrowed in a frown.
“Do you understand?”
Silence.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” I growled and he nodded “Good boy,” I said scratching his fur.
“Who are you?” I began
He was quiet like he was deciding if to say or not
“Lucas” he answered cautiously
“Lucas” I repeated, nodding my head in affirmation
“What pack are you from?” I was peering down at him, watching him closely.
He groans “Skylight” and spits out blood
“Vance?”
He nodded
“Vance Sky?” I repeated to be sure
“Yes”
“What's your position?”
He was quiet with a look that didn't tell much and after a short while “Nothing. No position”
“Hmmm…” I was standing now.
His Wolf looks strong and beautiful. This isn't the wolf of someone who isn't in any position in Vance’s pack.
“Can you turn?” I asked disappearing
“Huh?” he turned to look at me and winced in pain.
If I did not know this Wolf, I might know the human body.
“Turn!” I commanded.
“Where are you?” he tried to get on his feet, letting out a small grating sound.
“I said turn into your human form”
“What is that supposed to change?” he asked painfully, getting on his feet
“I do the asking…” I roared.
“I know!” he roared back.
Wow! Fierce, fierce!
“Where the hell are you by the way?” he asked, trying to steady his feet.
Why do I feel like this wolf is playing mind games with me? I was running out of patience.
If I can't make use of this, I'd have to make him disappear.
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