THE COLLECTOR
"Well; aren't you a beautiful Wolf?" I asked with a knowing smirk.
This should be a wolf from Vance's pack.
I wanted to have a conversation with him when he jumped on me, claws and all
"Hahaha," I was laughing hard.
These people never learn
I thought as I caught him by the throat mid-air, throwing him against the rocky ground.
"Who are you?" I asked disgusted and angry.
He groans in response to my question.
I kick him as he groans more
"WHO ARE YOU?"
He made to reply but coughed out blood.
"Why do you think you could defeat me?" I snarled, squatting to his level.
He groaned, spat out blood, and struggled to sit erect.
"You wanna sit?"
He nodded
"Alright then..." lifting him to a sitting position.
"Are you comfortable?"
He gave me a death stare
