“Now children, before I let you go for the day, what must we remember?”
A chorus of small voices rang throughout the small room. “We will not be silenced. We will reclaim our heritage. We cannot lose who we are.”
Noel grinned, their heart blossoming with pride. Some of these pups’ parents may disagree with them, but Noel would make sure the younger generation had what it takes to overthrow their captors. They would make sure the children knew their rightful place, that when push came to shove, they wouldn’t find themselves unprepared for the fight at hand. So many of the wolves here were soft, some even creating friendships with their captors, their torturers. It was disgusting.
“You may go, I’ll see you all next week. Enjoy the bonfire!”
The bonfire. A silly thing organized by the softest among them, the Hearts, but even Noel could recognize the need to let loose every once in a while. Not to mention the fact that most community events that shoved all the packs together usually demanded at least one all out brawl. Noel wouldn’t miss it for the world. Maybe if they were lucky, they could convince a few more wolves to reach out and grab what was rightfully theirs and they could all get the hell out of here.
Noel hadn’t been in Blackbriar long, as they were often reminded, but that didn’t mean all hope was lost. It didn’t mean that they had to lie down an accept their fate to die in here, an experiment, a monster.
No, Noel would not go down like that. Even if it was just their own pack that had their back, Noel would find a way out of here and rip out anyone’s throat who stepped in their path.
Daydreams of ripping bloody sinew from faceless guards’ faces flooded Noel’s mind, distracting them from the bodies crossing their path.
“Excuse me, I guess I should watch where I’m going.” Sarcasm dripped on their words, but Noel had resolved to try to be less confrontational. For one night, at the very least.
