Everything was too loud, too bright, and her senses were overloaded from all the sounds and smells. Her cage door was opened, and a metal wire immediately looped around her neck, cutting off her air. They dragged her out forcibly and then released her over the pit. Her wolf rolled all the way down, landing in the dust and rocks. She shook out her fur and stood, surveying the area.
She was deep in the pit with sheer sides, the entire upper perimeter lined with filthy human males waving money and flashing greedy smiles. Heather looked around the pit. She was alone. Once the cheers grew in intensity, she noted the other wolf being pushed down into the fighting pit. It was a feral wolf, no sign it was ever a shifter.
And it looked more angry than scared. Had they starved it? Tortured it to m
