Chapter 3- Grace

The steady hum of an engine wakes me up from the solid darkness. The drugs that had my limbs numbed and weakened slowly fade from my system and with each passing minute I am able to move just a little more until I am able to fully move again. With full control over my body once more, I let out a long growl filled with anger. I know just by looking out towards the night sky with an almost full moon I had slept for a day, maybe two, it is easy to tell with the fresh scent of rain that still lingered in the air. Rain that was forecasted on the news to happen on Tuesday. The meeting was Sunday night.

The humming under my paws alerted me to the situation. I lay in a small cage barely big enough to for me to move around in wolf form, let alone my human form. Another cage is situated right against my own but due to the tarp that covers mine and kept me safe from most of the harsh elements, I can not make out the occupant beside me. With a deep breath I focus on scenting the air to figure out who else fought against going to The Run until the scent of strawberries and pine -the familiar scent of Amelia, daughter to the Alpha of my pack – hits my nose. Guess she didn't want to participate either. I think as I stretch my limbs, happy to be drug free. I hate that I can not move freely in this cage to properly move my stiff limbs.

It is pathetic really.

The fact that they would cage a grown woman just to prove a point in the era we call the twenty-first century where women have rights disgusts me. But due to the way the packs are ruled by the Alpha King, I have no choice but to comply with the patriotic ways of werewolf society. What I would give just to be human. To be able to live a more normal and free life. Even being a rogue would be a better option than being part of a pack as rogues only show up to the event if they want to.

Taking a deep breath to calm my anger many scents rush into my nose and a smirk spreads on my muzzle with the realization of us being in the outskirts of my pack near the edge of the border; outside of it to be exact. If I can knock this cage onto the ground, I will be set free and given a chance to run away and hide from the event that would take place soon for mateless wolves. With that thought in mind I crouch, focusing on the center of the bars and leap forward, feeling triumphant until I touched the metal that greet me and howl with pain.

Silver.

Of course the bars would be silver; it sadly is the Kryptonite to us werewolves. Silver is the only way to keep us locked inside the stupid cages or to harm us in any way, even kill us sadly. Many Hunters who know of the supernatural races use silver to harm us and even kill us for rewards. It is something we feared – vampires, witch, fae and werewolves alike.

With a whimper I stand, shaking my fur out as the scent of burnt skin fills my sense. Quietly I pad towards the spot I awoke in and sit in the center, waiting for when my cage will be opened, most likely at the start of The Run. Judging by the moon, tomorrow night will be when it takes place, sooner then I hoped but sadly, it will happen no matter what.

I let out a small huff of breath and curl up into a ball, watching the scene change through those damned silver bars. The night quickly give way to morning as time passes; the indigo sky coming alive with the hues of gold, orange, red, pink and violet as the sun claimed its glory.

The Run waited for me silently to join in a few hours now and if I want to win that bet with the Alpha, then I would have to rest and save my strength. So I let the safety of sleep surround my mind as whoever drove the truck carted me to the worst event ever.

One that may even change my life and fate if I allow it to.