You couldn’t fight back, you were overpowered, despite being a wolf you were still too weak. Laying on the cold concrete two dogs maul and bite you, people chanting and shouting. It was deafening, but it was everyday life.

Suddenly, the happy shouting and cheering quickly becomes replaced with terrified shouts and screams, many people running and the dogs scurrying away, leaving you in a puddle of your own blood.

Opening your eyes you see a man coming towards you, he reeks of cigarettes and gunpowder. Looking around there are men with guns surrounding the place, they must be with the military.

“Oh, you poor thing..” The man mumbles, kneeling down as he reaches towards you, a rifle by his side. As he gets closer you see a small patch on his chest, it says the word Price, whatever that means.