It was dawn when they arrived at the big city, that reeked of gasoline and garbage. Now, in the light of dawn, the figure was easily made out to be a wolf pup. The pup didn't sleep on the Journey there, it couldn't bring itself to.
Its eyes pinned to its paws, the pickup truck made an abrupt stop causing the pup to whimper in pain as its head slammed into the steel bars of the cage. The cage was picked up and carried inside a medium-sized brick building, the doors were rusty, and they let out a loud Screech as the door opened.
The cage was set on a table roughly, and the metal door of the cage opened. The pup tried to push itself farther in the cage but it was useless the pup was grabbed out of the cage into the hands of a white man with dark green eyes, he inspected the pup.
The man lifted the pup's leg and wrote down on a yellow notepad that the pup was male. The pup struggles against him but only received a slap on the head in return, that was enough to keep him still, the pup didn't want to feel the pain again.
The man wrote down that the pup had hazel eyes, and that the pup was primally black but had a few white spots on him. After the inspection was done, the pup was forced back into the cage and left there. The man walked out of the room, and into another one.
This one was filled with the rest of the men, the dark green eyes man stood in front of his team. All eyes were on him.
"Well, fellas we caught ourselves a beauty, he'll sure sell for a good price" the Southern-accented man praised
"That's a relief, Blanco I was worried it wasn't worth a thing" a Mexican man spoke he had brown eyes and black hair with a matching beard, and his skin was tanned
"Francesco, I'm pleased to say I am too" another white man with light blue eyes agreed talking to the Mexican now named Francesco
"Now, we have to find ourselves a buyer," the dark green-eyed man said then added "Brian, you go find us a buyer, and Francesco you get us some food, no one's going to buy a starving pup"
"Got it, Jordan, I'll be back in 30 mins," Brian said to with man with green eyes now known as Jordan
The two men left the building and into the more populated parts of the city, Jordan stayed back at base. He went into the room that held the pup, grabbed the cage, and brought it downstairs. The room downstairs was filthy, paint peeling off the walls, the ceiling dripping.
In the room were a few chairs that surrounded the rusty pen, the cage was set down and the pup was pushed out of the cage into the cold concrete floor. Jordan left the pup there, his heavy footsteps were heard up the stairs.
That day in the basement turned into weeks then months into years, throughout those days the men were unable to find a buyer and they let their frustration out on the pup. They hit and kicked the wolf, they stopped feeding him and let him eat the rats and mice that lived in the basement with him.
The young pup was 10 human years now, he lay on the ground. He had trouble breathing, he was kicked in the ribs he wasn't sure if they were broken but they are definitely bruised. Brian came downstairs with a pissed-off look on his face, the pup whimpered.
Brian ignored his whimpering and wrapped a chain around his neck, he pulled him out of the pen and basically dragged the pup out of the building. Francesco and Jordan were there too, Brian hopped into the back of the pickup.
The pup was silently laying in the pickup, his eye looking at their surroundings. They finally came to a stop in a clearing, not the one the pup lived in when he was younger but a much different one. His ears perked at the sound of a gun being loaded, his heart started beating faster.
He struggled against the chain, Brian wasn't able to handle the struggling pup and dropped the chain, the pup jumped out of the truck and ran. Brian let out a yell of frustration quickly telling his team if what just occurred, the pup didn't care he just. Kept. Running. Then suddenly the gun was fired, and it hit him in the back leg. He fell to the ground kicking up dirt as he fell.
He was still, he heard steps run towards him in a hurry. He felt hopeless this was the end for him, he dragged himself whimpering. He was in agony, he missed his mother...all he wanted was to be with her in the sky. He closed his eyes ready to accept his fate.
A thundering growl suddenly Sounded, his eyes shot open he looked around for the source, he heard shouts of pain and gunfire a second time, again he hears the snarl. Footsteps were running in the opposite direction of himself and the sound of the truck driving away.
He was shaking he didn't know what to do, he heard something coming his way, he whimpered. He stopped when he saw a brown Timber wolf standing in front of him, he still was frightened by the wolf. The she-wolf to be exact stared at him with Crystal blue eyes.
She picked him up by the scuff and carried him to her den, at least that's what he assumed. The she-wolf trotted quietly deeper into the forest towards her home, finally, in familiar territory, she walked faster towards her house.
The pup was confused as the she-wolf approached a cabin, she took him through the doggie door and set him on the wood on the floor, he was shocked as he watched the she-wolf turn from a beautiful she-wolf to a pale human with platinum blonde hair and the same Crystal blue eyes.
The woman seems to be in her mid-40s, he was too shocked to realize she started cleaning his wounds, he whimpered when she touched his bullet wound.
"Oh, I'm sorry pup" she cooed "I'll be careful" her voice was as smooth as silk
He relaxed at the sound of her voice, he ended up falling asleep and woke up the next day with the smell of bacon, his eyes shot open was about to move but quickly stopped when he felt a sting of pain in his leg, he whimpered.
"Hold on, there pup, don't move too fast," she chuckled gently at his eagerness and set down the plate of bacon and eggs on the floor in front of him
He dug into the food basically, swallowing the food whole. He licked the plate clean of any crumbs, he felt full. He yawned once again tired, if he was going to heal fast he'll have to have as much food in him as possible and sleep.
The she-wolf sat down next to him and started to pet him " rest well, Fenris" she smiled giving him his first name
2 years later
Fenris is 12 years old now and has been living with Magenta for a while, he has grown costume to her ways, she has taught him how to fight and hunt.
Currently, his sitting on the floor standing in front of Magenta. She was giving him a stern look, her hands on her hips as she looked down at him.
"It's time for you to learn how to transform into your human form" she sternly said
Fenris tipped his head to the left confused, during his stay he found out that, Magenta was a werewolf meaning she had the ability to turn into a wolf. Her saying that he was one too confused him, he never remembered his mom turning human.
He was almost 100% positive that he was a full wolf, Magenta bent down to his height.
"Come on, now I'll teach you how but we have to do this quick, I put you up for school" she sternly stated leaving no time for discussion
"Just Start by imagining yourself as human" she instructed
Fenris rose from his sitting position, he shook his fur, he was determined to try this werewolf thing out. He closed his bright Hazel eyes and starts to imagine what he'll look if he was human.
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Nothing happened, he just stood there with his eyes closed waiting for the transformation to happen, Magenta sighed disappointedly.
"I was hoping, you'll transform today but I guess that'll take longer than I wanted" she mummers to herself