Pain all over. Want dark-den.
Humans. Want to bite them. Fear. Bite, they hurt.
Chains drag on collar, outside, can’t run.
More humans. Too many. Loud. Smell bad fear, anger.
One comes near. Challenges chain-humans. Snarls, no bites.
Human pack angry at chain-humans. They fear now. Turn tails.
Challenger makes calm noises. Quiet. Touch gentle. Makes chains fall. Pulls me away, to place without other humans.
Want to run, but weak. Afraid.
Challenger takes collar.
Less pain.
Quiet. Safety.
I change. No fur, but hands. This is me, too.
My voice is hoarse with disuse. “Thank you.”
So, I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "C is for Chained" came from Royce Day. If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.