a burden.
We wandered the the dark part of the streets for a while. Ethan was looking for a certain place. I didn't know what it was until I saw it. The first thing I seen were tons of men in a large secluded area howling and rooting. What they were howling over, I didn't know either. When Ethan and I made our way through the crowds, I seen what the men were howling over. Two huge dogs were fighting each other. Both of them were covered in the other's blood, or their own. I gasped at the sight. This was cruel and unusual punishment! These men were making these poor animals fight each other. It must have been for gambling because I seen many men swapping money with each other.
The fight was over when one dog ripped the other's throat out in a big bloody mess. Blood sprayed onto the floor as the "losing" dog howled out in agonizing pain. For some reason I couldn't take my eyes away from the terrifying sight. It finally hit me that Ethan bought me to take me here to fight and win him money. I tried running away but the rope Ethan had me on wasn't letting me go anywhere.
Dakota
I only stayed at Jacob's farm for a few days until I was re-sold again. I had no idea what the man was worked up about. So, what, I fought with the neighbor's dog and killed a few sheep? A dog's gotta eat, and dog food just didn't cut it every time. The man who bought me seemed to like how hostile I was, though. When he found out I was part wolf, he said I had the devil running through me. I liked how he said that, it made me feel appreciated. The man's name was Randall and he recently moved to Detroit. What he wanted a dog for, I didn't know, but this man treated me like a king, so I treated him with respect and followed his every order. I was very loyal to this man.
Within a week, Randall was training me to tear things up. Why, I didn't know, but I had fun doing it.
~~~
The next day was different than the others. Randall led me to a place that seemed very popular among the men here. A big crowd of men were encircling something. I heard viscious barking too. I peered in between the crowd of legs and seen that the source of the barking was of two dogs fighting each other. No men were stopping them, so they msut've enjoyed watching such an event. I wouldn't have minded participating, to show off how awesome I was. But I had a feeling that was what Randall had in mind for me.
Randall looked at his watch and then looked at me, "We're next, Dialo." he said, scratching my head. I grinned to myself. These men were going to be in for a real treat.
Saba
Ever since Iron and I watched that sunset together, and whenever I wasn't keeping Meg company, we were together all the time. Except when my parents were around, because they would never accept Iron as my mate. The two of us had talked about becoming the other's mate soon and we were very happy about the moment to come. But I couldn't help but get nervous about my father. He needed to know about this, otherwise he'd be even more mad at me for not telling him.
Iron and I were making our way towards my father's boat because that's where he and my mother were at the time.
"I'm pretty nervous, Iron," I said, looking forward towards our destination.
"You'll be fine, your parents aren't gonna hate you," he assured me.
"I know, but I'm still pretty nervous,"
We made our way onto the boat. "Mom? Dad? It's me, Saba."
"Oh, hey Saba," said Papa, coming around the corner of the captain's quarters, Mama appearing from behind him. He stopped in his tracks when he seen Iron and was taken aback, but he still showed a little respect. "Uh, what's going on?"
"Nothing much," I said. "We've just come to...TELL you that I'm going to...be with Iron." Both of my parents sighed in slight frustration.
"Saba, are you sure?" Jenna asked.
"Yes," I said.
My parents were silent for a moment, they looked at each other then back at me. "Alright," Papa said. "I guess it's just something you hafta learn on your own." He nodded a good-bye at us and went back to the front of his ship, Mama in tow. I knew why they didn't like Iron. They figured that he was goig to be just like his father and mother. But those two loved each other and I loved Iron.
"Told ya," Iron said on the way back to town.
"Be quiet," I chuckled, pushing myself into him.
"Wanna race?" he asked, breaking into a run. I didn't respond and just ran right alongside him.
We raced to the boiler room where we had plenty of privacy. Iron closed the door behind him and smiled at me. I smiled at him and layed down on a small blanket. He layed beside me and began licking my ear. Then it all went downhill from there.
~~~
The next day I was the happiest dog alive. Iron and I were soon going to be expecting puppies and I couldn't wait for Meg to find out. My parents on the other hand would have to wait though... I was running towards Meg's home away from the boiler room when I passed the road that led out of Nome. The sun was rising. It reminded me of my brothers and sisters. If they found out would they be happy for me? Of course they would... I sent a small prayer out to each of them and prayed that we would meet again.
Dingo
Ethan untied the rope around my neck and a different man pushed me into the open circle of the men. I searched frantically for an opening, but then a man would just kick me back in. I nervously looked around for my "oponent" who was surely going to kill me, if I didn''t kill him...or her.
It wasn't long before another dog was thrown into the ring with me. He looked devilish and had red and white fur like my own, only he had goldish eyes instead of blue.
"C'mon, Dialo!" shouted one man's voice from the crowd.
The dog lunged at me with a snarl and a snap, but I barely evaded him. I stared at him wide-eyed. Why did he seem so familiar to me? I couldn't remember anything at all. But I had no time to remember because Dialo was trying to tear my throat out.
He lunged again from above and drew a little blood. I let out a small cry.
"Come on, Gus, you can do it!" cried Ethan, sounding a little bit desperate for me to win. I knew I wasn't a fighter, but I fought back anyway. The next time Dialo charged at me, I bit his muzzle without thinking. He growled and snapped his jaws onto my front leg. They were closed tightly around the wrist and he was pulling back. I cried out loud, but pulling away made it worse, so I jumped on top of his back and chomped on the back of his neck. He didn't let go, so i bit him in the face again. He let go that time, but only to push me off my back legs and get on top of me.
He went for my neck, but I blocked him with my front leg and he dug his fangs into my chest and stomach and ripped. I cried out again, seeing blood splash onto the ground. I snapped at his neck at ripped. Unfortunately I wasn't in the position to draw blood, but for the moment he was off me. I got back onto my feet and growled at him. When I stood, blood poured from my chest and stomach and the lack of blood made it difficult for me to stand.
"Ah, so you want me to go worse on ya, huh?" Dialo snarled, my blood dripping from his teeth. "So be it." He took one last leap at me and he had my neck in his jaws. I felt an agonizing tear in my throat. Then I felt myself being ripped back and fourth four or five times until I was whipped viciously onto the hard, wet ground. I don't remember hearing myself cry out, if I even had the chance to. But I seen my vision blur and Ethan's guilt-ridden face staring down upon me.
"Oh Gus..." he wimpered. He pat my fur gently.
"Did I...do...a...good job?" I asked in between breaths. He couldn't understand my canine speech, I knew, but he nodded anyway. I seen him reach into his back pocket and take out a pistol.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered, a single tear rolling down his dirty face. He pointed the gun at my head and pulled the trigger.
Dakota
I heard a gunshot and seen my oponent's master sobbing his eyes out. Had I not put that dog out of his misery? I lowered my head, feeling guilty myself. That poor kid must have felt more miserable than me having to kill his dog, that he probably loved very much. No men went to comfort him. They just watched, some in pity, some in disgust. These men had no hearts whatsoever. How could they just let the kid cry like that? I sighed and began approaching him gently. He heard me coming and he whipped his head to face me, red forming at the rims of his eyes.
"You--" He stood up abruptly and kicked me. Had I not felt bad for the kid, I would've biten him.
Then Randall stepped in, yelling, "HEY! Don't kick my dog, kid!"
"You! You killed my dog!" The kid took a pistol and pointed it at Randall. "You killed my dog, now I'm gonna kill YOU!" It was at that moment that a group of men lunged at the kid, trying to keep him from stuggling and trying to take away his gun. As the boy was being taken away, he yelled curses at both me and Randall. The men remaining all chuckled to themselves about the situation that just happened and the situation that could have happened.
Then the fights began again. I fought about 4 more times and won every one of them. They were extremely easy, and would they have been larger than me and smarter than me, my guilt would've made me lose. But it was a good thing that the dogs I fought were stupid and inexperienced. I was sure to kill all of them to put them out of their misery. I was making Randall all sorts of money and it was really disgusting me. All this time, I thought it was because he wanted to treat me fairly, but ever since I started fighting he hadn't even given me so much as a drink of water. Just a pat on the head and a lame encouragement was all he gave to me. If losing didn't mean dying in his game, I would've lost to the first dog I fought. But I had a feeling that this next fight was going to be tough because fatigue was setting in.
The next fight was me
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