He was sleeping. He was lying on the ground and he was sleeping. Until he felt a dull pain in his waist. He slowly opened his eyes.
“Get up”
He felt how someone threw something solid to his head. He lifted up his head and looked at it. Drumsticks. Cold drumsticks. But since they hadn’t been exactly generous with Еда he didn’t complain. He picked up one of the drumsticks and ripped a piece off with his teeth. The person who had awakened him left the room. He sat up and looked at the walls. Small, white lines ran from halfway the walls to the floor. The window frames were ripped off and repaired with tape and the glass was replaced with carton. Someone had Остаться в живых his temper in this room. Though it was еще likely it was a certain beast who had done these damages. But it wasn’t him. He knew that. There hadn’t been a full moon yet since he was brought here. That was probably part of the reason why he was here. Because of what he was, Далее to human. And it was probably why they weren’t generous with food. If he turned on an almost empty stomach he’d go wild, еще than usual, and he would make a lot of victims. And from the screaming he had heard the past night it was a sure thing his abductors loved to make victims.
He heard a shriek and listened carefully. It was coming from the room Далее door. He knew who was in there, which made it even еще painful to hear her cries. He wanted to help her, but there was absolutely nothing he could do. But when it would be full moon again and they needed him, he would take his chance. He couldn’t be controlled once he turned. Once the full moon rose he would get away and get help.