Weak

I panted as my legs stretched farther, running faster. I was used to running for extended periods of time but nothing like this. This, this was torture, this was me being a lab rat as the Alpha watched like a scientist. This was the Alpha playing with his food. I had heard only rumors of what happens if he catches you, or worse, you stop running. For those who are caught don't live to tell the tale themselves. From what is whispered behind closed doors and windows it's nothing good. People say you would rather break every bone in your body a million times then deal with what he'll do to you. That he is worse then burning in hell for a lifetime. So I kept running, because the one thing he hated most is when you stopped. When the game of catch was over, when you gave in. No, the Alpha hated cow ardly wolves, he hated the puny wolves, those who couldn't protect themselves. I could only take pride in saying that I wasn't that wolf, that I was stronger. That I was the strongest person alive; Trapped in my mind and body, who couldn't take my power.As a child you are taught to fear him, to shudder at his name, his mention. Some though fear nothing, I can't say I am that person but I can sure as hell say I wasn't about to be scared of some name. Maybe I would be if he was right in front of me, and the rumors and legends were true. Unsurprisingly though, I was scared now. Scared about dying, scared of being caught, ..Terrized of seeing him. I could imagine how he would stalk to me, his head high with all his teeth showing. His pure white fur not being touched by the dust he had created when he chased after me. I can only imagine how every step for him would be a leap for me. That blood would hang from his mouth and drip onto the forest Koor but not even fa3e his fangs or body.