Don't Worry

The following day came, upon my tear filled night. A sense of fear hung heavy in the air. I had been taken out of my cell by the guards again. The same instructions had been given, and I stood once again on the training grounds, facing the pack of my captors.

LIt was a painful reminder of the fact that I was away from my pack, and their smiles were a constant ache in my chest.

Unlike the previous day, I was in my element, and I did not bother with an introduction as I got into a pose and started to stretch.

A few minutes later as I raised my voice to guide the warriors through their training, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of irritation. I wanted to be back with my pack, leading them to war, not stuck here, forced to train the very wolves who had taken me from them.

What was most insulting about it is that these wolves did not have half of the talent that my pack members had, and it infuriated me to be training a pack of wolves that I considered less than me.

I barked out