Chapter 2

                I waited for a few minutes after they left before I opened my eyes. Cautiously, I wiggled my fingers, bracing myself against the pain that was sure to come. But surprisingly, it never did. Feeling braver, I moved my legs out of their uncomfortable position. When I wasn’t hit with blinding agony, I stretched my body, growling when my feet and fingers encountered to bars of my cage.

                Sitting up, I breathed a sigh of relief when I didn’t hit my head on the ceiling. Looking around, I wasn’t surprised but was slightly peeved to find that nothing had changed. I had entertained the hope that the doctor might have accidentally dropped some useful object on the floor before she left. But of course, she didn’t.

                Crawling to the edge of my prison, I searched for some sort of door or hinge, anything that could aid in my escape. I searched every nook and cranny of the cage, but came up empty handed. The venture resurfaced a memory from my childhood. My father had told me that he had hidden a surprise for me somewhere in our house, and that it was my job to find it. I had looked for three hours before I realized there was no surprise. Dad had just wanted to keep me busy while he went hunting.

                Thoughts of my dad sent a pang of sorrow through my heart, but I squashed it before it could distract me from my task. These situations were nothing alike. I would find my way out, or die trying. Wolves don’t do well in cages, especially this wolf.

                After another unfruitful ten minutes, I finally struck gold. I had been feeling along the places where the bars meet the floor and ceiling when I found it. A crack, just a little hairline fracture on one of the bars. I would have never seen it if I hadn’t been looking. It was small, but it was all I needed. I scooted back and braced myself against the wall. Placing my hands down on either side of me, I lifted my feet and placed them on the bar with the crack.

                I pulled my feet back, then, using my enhanced strength, slammed them into the bar. I cringed at the bang, waiting to hear the sound of running feet and angry shouts come down the hall, but, when none came, I continued. I slammed my sneakered feet into the weakened bar two, then three more times before, eventually, it gave. Leaping forward, I caught it before it could fall to the floor and add to the noise I’m sure has already given me away.

                Squeezing myself through the small gap in the bars, I moved silently across the door. Looking at my distorted reflection in the metal, I grinned. My dark red hair fell in wild curls to the middle of my back, giving me a feral look. My heart shaped face and high cheekbones made me pretty, although I never cared. The black tee shirt and dark washed jeans I wore were smudged with dirt, again making me question how it is that I ended up here. My tall, curvy build wasn’t uncommon for werewolf women, and neither were the taunt muscles. But all of these attributes paled in comparison to my eyes. Normally, they’re cobalt blue but, in situations like my present one, they become bright yellow, almost gold. They become the eyes of a wolf.

                Realizing I don’t have time to admire myself, I started assessing the door, this time from up close. The hinges were where I focused most of my attention. Like the rest of the door, they were thick steel. Still holding the severed bar in my hand, I raised it, then quickly brought it down onto the hinge. Nothing. I tried again, then again, then a fourth time. More nothing. The metal didn’t even seem to be scratched. I let out a frustrated sigh, momentarily leaning my forehead against the cool metal. As I did, I heard something. It was faint, but as I focused, I was able to pinpoint it. It was talking. Someone was coming down the hall, headed in the direction of my door.

                Snarling, I moved to stand to the side of the door. If they were coming to my room, and if fate was on my side, when they opened the door the weight of it would stop it from opening completely. Then, I could come out behind the intruders. A few swings of my metal bar and I’m free. I tried not to think of the likelihood that, once I was out of the room, I would either get lost or caught on my way out.

                I moved into position without a second to spare. I crouched to minimize the visibility of my body just as the door burst open and guards poured in.

Author's Note

Can't have a good story without a kick ass heroine.

Reviews

[WillowWhisper]

This is fantastic!!!!!!

[Harley Rose]

Love it!!! MORE! MORE!!! Love your kick a*s heroine!!!

[Darkening Shadow]

ya Great Chapter!

[Wingless Fallen Angel]

KEEP WRITING YOU'RE AMAZING!

[Satan's Daughter]

Thank you