He couldn’t breath. Each time his chest expanded it was as if his entire body was on fire. The blood seeped, flowing form his side and the male was too frantic to even notice. He was too scared. His entire form radiated with the pain, and he could not determine where the razor sharp claws had ripped through his flesh. Somewhere, and it didn’t even matter. He needed to move or he would loose his life. Teeth locked on the leg of the black she-wolf, piercing as deeply as they could and his jaws holding as tight as his jaws allowed. In his pain they locked, the muscles unmoving.
She had none of it, plucking his form from hers as if a tick. Her teeth grasped him harshly. And as quickly as they held him, they released with the force of her entire body. His eyes closed, the world turning black as her flew through the air. He was weightless, fluttering against the rain filled atmosphere, coming to a stop when a tree filled his path. He felt it against his side, and the pressure of it knocked all the air form his lungs. His neck wrenched, his leg bent and he was nothing but a motionless form against the ground.
His eyes opened. Teeth bared for the world to see. His defiance was pathetic, but real. He couldn’t hurt anymore, it was already too much for his mind to understand. Rising on shaking legs the boy stared at the beast. The beast that would end him. A snarl, one she might not even be able to hear escaped his throat. Now, he said, just kill me now.