The Warrior Queen

The sun was slowly rising, and it was already hot. The temperature and humidity made it almost unbearable, for any human being. But, Alexandra, was not human. This morning, was no different than others. She slowly lifted her head, and took in all the familiar smells: alcohol, cigarettes, weed, urine, and some other odours that she preffered not to identify for the time being. Her cage, surrounded her, as usual, only having about two feet to move, and having to lie down close to her waste, because nobody intended on cleaning it. Oh, and she was in wolf form, for the last two years. She was, what they called, a "fighting dog". Kidnapped from her pack when she was 3 or 4 years old, Alexandra remembered nothing about them. No mother to soothe her, no father to encourage her, just the miserable rogues that took her, and trained her like a circus monkey, to fight, for their pleasure. Spending all her life in a cage, training since before she could understand any of the world around her, Alexandra became exactly what they wanted: a cold blooded killer. Not because she wanted to, but because she had to survive. Raven, her wolf, was not a pretty sight to behold. Grey, with dark eyes, and a little on the smaller side, she almost looked like the average gray wolf, only slightly bigger. What was not average, were her scars. Huge gashes, now healed, zig-zagged all over her body and face. Some, were from the fights, but the others, the most gruesome ones, were from the silver whips, and knives, and cuffs. Alexandra first turned when she was sixteen. "The sign of a fighter!" they said, because most werewolves, only got their wolf at eighteen. But, there was no ceremony, no parents to congratulate her, no other teenage werewolves to look up to her with admiration and envy, no one to guide her through the First Change, and the most scary and painful experience of her life. No one taught her about the change. Hell, no one even talked to her, except to yell expelatives, curse, and occasionally laugh. Her wolf, Raven, was the only one that was there for her, and it was enough. The bond they had from the first moment, was more than others have in a lifetime. She didn't even know her own name. Alexandra was a name from a distant memory that she had, and so, she decided, that name is hers. No one provided her with clothes after her first shift, when she tore through the rags she was wearing. After two days of all those dirtbags looking at her naked body, making all sorts of comments, and one of the more cruel of the bunch, whipping out his d**k and m**********g in front of her cage, while laughing, she decided that she will remain in wolf form, forever, so, she just surrendered to Raven, and let her have full control. That's when they became trully ruthless. The fact that Raven emerged, meant that this could be entertaining for them, while also bringing them some money. After all, they didn't train her and feed her for nothing all these years. Her first fight, was a dog. A giant one, at that, but no match for a wolf. Alexandra's heart broke, when she saw in his eyes that he did not want to fight, he did not want to die, he was just a dog. A dog that was raised by a human hand; a human hand that fed him, maybe, ocassionally, even pet him, and now, brought him here to die, with no remorse. He was scared, Raven could smell that, and he was looking all around for his human. "Raven, stop!" she screamed in her head. "Don't hurt him!", and Raven obeyed, but then, the torture began. "They" wanted action. Some outsiders paid money to be here, and some had bets placed, so, this was intolerable. At first, there were only the verbal cheerings, like: "Fight, you b***h!", "Kill him, you f*****g useless waste of space", you know, the usual, but soon, they became physical. Whips were brought, and they were made with silver strands, especially to tear through a werewolfs skin and cause damage. Even with the werewolfs enhanced healing, wounds made with silver, caused pain, and, their scars lasted a lifetime. Raven was whipped within an inch of her life, and still, she didn't disobey Alexandra, but when the pain became unbearable, blood gushing from almost every inch of her skin, she raised her head high, and howled. A painful howl, that pierced Alexandra's heart through the haze caused by the horrid pain, and made up her mind. "Kill him!" she screamed at Raven, and then, the little scared girl that she was, whimpered in Raven's head: "Raven, I don't want to die!" A bite was all it took. A single bite to the jugular, that ripped open his throat, and the big dog fell dead. Money exchanged hands that night, and the pack of rogues that owned Alexandra gained just a little bit of popularity, among degenerates as themselves, human and wolves alike, but Raven was tossed back in her cage and left to agonize for what felt like weeks. They threw her food, but, mainly, they were rabbits that the pack caught, and brought back alive, just to toss them in the cage, and watch Raven kill and eat them. What they didn't see or know, was that Alexandra was mourning every life they had to take, in order to survive. Her crying echoed in Raven's mind and Raven's howls could be heard for miles. Too bad there was no one close enough to hear them. Since that first fight, there were many others. So many, that Alexandra lost track: they brought wolves, cougars, even a bear. Anything they threw her way, she handled, and she cried until she had no more tears, and Raven howled, until all she could muster eventually, was a rough growl.