Pack Cry - the prison
To put a long story short(ish), Solra and Fara are the cubs of Kigra and Auresh, the Alphas of the Frost Lake pack. Auresh dies protecting her young from humans, and Kigra is distraught. Unknown to him, a cub has been born to the Omega Mahyip and young she wolf Swayla. They name him Rusaba, but when Kigra finds out, he is determined to kill the snow-white cub. Mahyip is killed, while Swayla escapes to the mountains... When Solra and Fara are older, they are separated from their family by a fire, and have to survive in the wild. Then one day, Fara is caught in a hunter's trap. Now she is being held by a cruel man, far away from her home, and she is feeling homesick for the wilderness...
Confusion...death stalking her...fear so intense she felt sick... those were the feelings that Fara had as she lay slumped on the concrete floor. Only a street-lamp lit her prison- a disused stable on the outskirts of a city. There was a little meat on the floor, but the young wolf was not hungry. The smell of it brought back memories she wanted to forget. So this was how she was to die... on this cold floor, not lain under an ancient tree, where her body might have become a blush of sapphire flowers. Sighing, she lay her head on her paws, but this made them smart where the trap's cruel teeth had bitten her. She licked it, yet it wasn't the same as the soft, caressing kisses of Solra's tongue. His memory cast a dagger through Fara's heart as she thought of his scream when he had leapt into the path of the man's gun. She didn't even know if it had killed him. Slowly, Fara began to fall into a disturbed sleep. Then suddenly she heard a cry! Leaping to her feet, she ran to the shattered window and stared into the barren world of the city below, with the blinding lights denying the soft starlight above, noise storming non-stop in her ears. She looked up to the wilderness, where swirling mist hung mysteriously on the lonely mountain; a beautiful hidden valley where prey ran along secret trails; the graveyard of burnt trees by the moonlit lake. And above it all came the howling song, wild and lonely, asking her to run along the secluded mountain paths. The wild flame within Fara awoke and blazed wildly in a bid for freedom. She ran madly around the pen, crashing into walls and scrabbling at the ground until she was bruised and panting with exhaustion. Finally, she gave her own reply, weak and wailing against the roar of traffic. Then she collapsed...
Will fara ever find the Caller? Look out for the next installment- Pack cry- the dream of freedom!
by Josie Rylands©