A weird ritual that these kids were being sold-or simply thrown-into.įor them to know that this was their fate… And, clearly, there was some weird cult thing that their families were a part of. These two kids couldn’t have been older than six. “So you’ll all be subjected to torture on the whims of your teachers until you turn eighteen?” I reasoned. Well, the spring after you’re eighteen, really.” I unclenched them a moment later, another question filling my mouth. Without meaning to, my teeth clicked together inside my mouth. Or they’ll shock you until you graduate.” My big brother came home for a visit once and he told me to be careful. “The teachers don’t like the new students for a long time. He made a motion around his neck that looked an awful lot like strangling, but I presumed he was trying to mime out the collar. “They make you wear shock collars, like humans do with dogs,” he informed me, his tone factual, but his face dire. Turning to the little boy, I voiced the first question on my mind. Part of me was surprised that she immediately huddled into my side, but, then again, I was probably the closest thing to comfort she’d had in at least three days. Wren cowered a little lower, hunkering down into the safety of herself. The teachers are mean, and you get whipped all the time.
Plopping down rather unceremoniously on my left side. Sitting against the other side of the truck, the little boy with hair like new moon nights got up and walked over to us. “To grow up and get jobs, eh?” What kind of sick psychos had kidnapped us? And why in the world did it sound like this little girl thought being kidnapped was normal? She gave me a head tilt-which was so adorable I nearly “ahh”ed out loud. “Right, yeah,” I said, matching her tone, as if that were something I would naturally know. “Do you have any idea where we’re going?” I asked. “Right, yeah, okay, no worries,” I said quickly, thinking. “Five hours, I think? I haven’t been out in a while, so I haven’t seen the moon or the sun in hours, so I haven’t been able to check.” It struck me to ask,“How long have I been in this truck?” If I had been standing, I’d have fallen over. “ Three days? What in the world…” my brain was reeling. Looking down at the floor between us, it seemed to me that she was trying to hide some tears. So, Wren, how long have you been in this truck?” “Are you okay lady?” the little girl asked. I couldn't find a replacement word on time though, and the sentence dangled, unfinished. “What the…” I was about to say “hell” but then I remembered there were kids sitting all around me. Craning and straining both my neck and eyes, I saw that there was a bite mark there. He couldn’t have bit me, right? That’s way too weird.įeeling my shoulder, I caught ahold of the proof. The guy with big ears on his head,” I said, the memory coming back to me so slowly, like a ship coming in from the fog. I was walking down the street, and then there was that guy who jumped out. What’re you doing here? You should already be there, you know? You’re too old to be with us pups.” “Yeah, hey, what’s going on? Is everyone okay?” I asked, my thoughts wading through the confusion, attempting to find information to keep me afloat. Looking to my right, I noticed there was a small girl sitting there. The light that hung in the trailer made them look gaunt. Looking like they'd been in here for a while. Hugging their knees or laying on their side. My heart bucked in my chest as the thought hit me again, really sinking in this time.Īs I looked around me I realized that, yes, this truck didn’t just house me, but dozens of children.Īll of them huddled together in clumps. It’s terribly uncomfortable, and downright disconcerting.īut, waking up not knowing what happened to you, and realizing you’re in the back of a vehicle is even worse.Įspecially when you’re locked up with a bunch of children. Waking up and not remembering what just happened to you is pretty awful.
#Into the wilderness wow full#
However, on the night of the full moon, her plans aren't just derailed. So, with the help of her new werewolf friend Roy, she begins to formulate a plan to escape, to rally people, to bring them back and help her liberate the werewolves. As horrible as it is, Jay knows she can't be of help to the werewolf slaves. That werewolves are, essentially, slaves to the vampire families they serve and that, with a single command from the headmaster, their lives can be ended. On top of that, she finds out that werewolves serve vampires. However, she soon finds out that, yes, they are real. Werewolves aren't real, and neither are vampires, that's just. At first, Jaelyn thinks that this is an elaborate prank. That's quite true.Ī human can't possibly navigate the wild.Ī werewolf can. What awaits in the wild? Only a creature of the wild would know.
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