Blood, blood and flesh....the smell of blood, metallic, and copper...
"What's going on?"
'Get up.'
"What?"
'Lorenzo, Get Up!'
Who was that yelling at me? It was dark, and it enveloped everything and nothing.
'Open your eyes Pup!' The voice was harsh and gruff, angry with me.
-Groan- "Leave me alone who ever you are, go away!"
An image of a black wolf with eyes as white as the moon, and think as milk, emerged from the darkness. Those eyes....they seemed almost familiar yet foreign.
'Get up and get my Mate back, you weak sorry sack of a wolf!'
Ella!
My eyes fluttered open, my body acked, and my head hurt. It felt like ,y head was slitting in two, like someone had taken an axe and flung it at my head. Groaning in protest, I tried to sit up, but there was a sharp pain in my abdomen, so instead I rolled over to my side and onto my stomach.
Where was I? The air was cold, and I could smell the dirt and earth under me. I was outside, but where was I outside? What had happened?
