Tame me if you can

point

return home. Between my possibly dying wolf and

ere I

efore the usual time. Despite the slowness of the omnibus, I hope to arrive on time because I know that the longer my father-in-law waits, t

e road, then getting tangled in the grates of a grocery store that has been closed since probably before I was born. The city is talking about a complete

ng. No one would have cleaned up here, so if he was in an accident, he'd go and hide further away. I would like to take the time t

bing the stairs with apprehension, I barely reach the middle of the floor when I already see the mastiff face of Jerry, one of my father-in-law's minions. The man is covered in large scars obtained in clandestine battles, but it is his expressi

fight. With gritted teeth, fearing a blow from behind, I nevertheless continue t

me from where he is, so much so that I feel li

in the eyes while repeating to mysel

orders me in hi

run away, yet I walk as if I had nothing to fear, I don't want

my wolf, a few meters behind my tormentors. He is lying on the ground, his lips raised, tense, ready to jump on them. This could be go

ove an inch. Obsessed with my four-legged companion, I don't have time to see it coming, and even less to protect my

ngs to do than wait for you outside your door! He says in his surly voice, tapping the screen

trating on my wolf to whom I cast a pleading look, managing to stop him before he pounces. Taking advantage of my inattention,

trying to protect me. I must not make him feel that I am in danger. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him hesitate, grunting under his breath

o attract hi

hoarse by fear while the henchman focuses on me again, excited

e to catch my breath as the tremors of the ground increase in intensity. However, I don't have time to really come to my

s, I see them connect a tube to the syringe quickly reddened by my vital liquid which then empties i

to say, kid! He lets go, do

e plan to do? Has he decided to sell my organs? Eyes wide with terror from

voice is too high, but I'm on

e a five-year-old who had j

he tubes to look at them in the light, as if it were

father-in-law who looks at me with a mixture of anger and amusement. I hate his smile, I wish I could rip it off

d my cheek gently, as if he had

come back! He whispers to me wi

s slide from my cheeks to the floor. I have trouble breathing: I'm afraid, I'm in pain, I'm ashamed. Once again, he knocked me down, once again

the t-shirt before lifting me up. Turning my head towards this new attacker, I realize that it is one of my father-in-law's men, although I thought

s as I try to

e're going to play together, you and I... I wouldn't want to lower the price

e, I headbutt him in the nose. He

my distraught face, he pulls a knife from his back as I turn around to crawl away from him. He is convinced of having won, he is salivating in