Your pov-

I keep running. It's maybe been two hours. I'm running at a normal persons speed, not breaking a sweat or breathing any heavier.

I keep going.

I hear growling. It's deep and threatening. Something inside of me is laughing at it's puny attempts to scare me. I grin, revealing shark like teeth.

I pause my running. I look up at the sky. It's about noon. I've been running since morning.

The growl sounds again.

I growl and turn in a circle. My ears are perked forward in alertness, and slight anger. My slightly fluffy tail gently swipes through the air.

A wolf, a giant wolf, steps out of the shade. I smirk, and run backwards. I jump over obstacle, but suddenly get shoved into a dark arena. It's a dome. The wolf is also pushes in.

We're underground. The walls light up. I shift into a wolf (wolf of the left.)  My eyes glow (f/c).

My enemy lunches at me and growls savagely, Opening his mouth wide. I snarl as well, my teeth long and sharp. His are the same length of mine.

He snaps at my mouth. I paw at his face, slapping it away.

"Who bets for the she wolf?"

"I will! $17,000!"

I ignore the yelling of humans up above. I sink my teeth into his shoulder. He growls more, refusing to show weakness.

His teeth clamp down on my ear. I pull away. Some of my ear stays in his mouth. Blood trickles down.

I love the feeling. The adrenalin. It makes me feel so powerful.

I push him onto his back, clamping my teeth around his throat. Hi kicks me off of himself, then changes the roles. Now I'm non the floor, and he is clamping his teeth into my throat.

I still, feigning obedience.

"The he wolf wins! She wolf bows to him!"

He releases me and backs away, showing his teeth in a smile.

I stay on the ground, tensing my muscles into a pounce. I push off of my back legs, launching myself at the he wolf. I barrel straight into his chest.

He falls back, his head hitting the ground with a wet sounding thunk. I lift up my back paws, and crawl onto him. He whispers from my claws sinking into his chest and stomach.

"Wait! The she wolf is fighting!"

Yes I am. I think happily.

I dig my claws deeper into him. He makes a strangled yelp sound. I sink my teeth into his face.

He growls  and nips at  my throat. I growl ferally. He slightly whimpers. I dig my teeth down deeper, then jerk my face to the left.

Flesh, fur, and blood stay in my mouth. He howls  in pain and screams like a human in pain.

He is.

He turns into a boy a little older than me. He has black hair and dark brown eyes.

His face drips blood.

I shift as well, in the same dirty worn clothes. He's wearing cloth stiched together badly.

I approach him, and he crawls back.

I gently start petting his ear. He calms after knowing  I won't hurt him.

I look at his face and feel regret. "I'm sorry." I whisper. I pull him closer and lick the blood away. It tastes oddly wonderful, but I ignore the feeling and taste. Once it stops bleeding, I rip off my sleeves and gently wrap it around his cut.

He stares at me curiously.

"Why are you helping me?" He asks. I look at him in surprise.

"Why wouldn't I?"

He looks at the floor. "The others never help."

I stand up and help him up. I stare up at the ceiling area. I raise my open hand.

And execute the best middle finger ever.

Shouts of rage echo down here. The boy, shocked, rips my arm down.

"Don't!" He whispers frantically. I look up at him. Something hits me. I look down to see the end of a tazer string in my stomach. I panic.

Then I hear  the electricity go.

I flop onto the floor and jolt around. My body spasms randomly. I gasp with relief when it stops. It burns.

I lay on the floor. I rip the barbs out of me and toss it on the floor. I shakily stand. I get thrown to the ground by a massive person. He holds my stomach on the ground. I thrash but he doesn't flinch.

A metal muzzle moves into my view. I thrash more and growl wildly from my chest. It almost shocks me. I thrash more. The muzzle is shoved onto my face and clipped on with metal parts in the back.

The man lets go of me and backs away.

I thrash around  on the floor, trying to get the thing off on me. The boy also has one on him, but he's just sitting on the floor. I give up and stay still, panting from the fight and the exhaustion of trying to get the muzzle off.

The man throws my over his shoulder and opens a door I never noticed.

He carries me down a steep staircase. It curves slightly.

When we get to the bottom, dozens of howls and whispers assault my ears.

They all smell. The stench of piss and crap makes me gag.

The man throws me into a room at the end on the right side.

The boy is also thrown in.

Another person pours alcohol on the boys face. He screams from the pain but the petite woman doesn't care. She moves to me next.

She pours it over my wounds too. I manage to hold  in a scream.

When they leave, I look at the boy. He looks at me. He sticks his hand out to mine.

"Me name is Ao. It means Blue."

"(Y/n). Why blue?"

"Oh, they died my hair. My actual hair color is bright blue."

I nod and sit next to him.

Side by side.

Backs on  the wall.

Listening to more fellow wolves being dragged away to fight.