Opal POV
I pace back and forth in the metal cage, staring vehemently at the pack of wolves across from me. They taunt me with their mere presence. They're just weaker reflections of myself.
There's only a few of them. All of them gray wolves, stuck in a cage that seems awfully familiar. I'm almost twice the size of them. I lick my lips as a snarl rips free of me, my teeth bared as I lick them.
Even on my own, I could easily kill them, I could easily take their pack on. They would submit to me. I guarantee it. Even now, they watch me carefully, nervously. Their alpha male even tucks his tail when I make eye contact. They know I'm above them.
My snout twitches, I want to get at them, want to assert my dominance. I have been recovering slowly over the past few days, and I want out of this cage. I want to see what's outside this metal, wire wall. I want to go outside.I want my peaceful death plan back.