Go on see inside and listen to the beautiful music B) So you guys may have seen I'm writing a new book series, focusing on a young male wolfdog called Lupo. This is the prologue, explaining how his mother and father were captured and forced to crossbreed to create Lupo himself. Please don't report the mentioning of the gun is not the k!lling kind, it's a tranquiliser gun so there's no reason to take this down. PROLOGUE: The helicopters' choppers whirred and the man picked up his long, thin gun. "Hey, I see something," his friend, Tom, called from next to him, pointing out of one of the large windows overlooking the large, grassy plains below. "May be one of 'em wolves." The man stiffened and followed the path of Tom's finger. There was definite movement below, a flash of grey and white. The man unbuckled a thick black leather case and daintily picked up one of the pink, feather-topped darts from within, holding it between his teeth as he steadied the gun. As the window slid down, exposing the man's face to the whipping, vicious wind, the man slid the dart into the gun. Down below, there was a definite flash of grey. He stiffened, holding up one hand to signal that he wanted the helicopter to hover. Everyone within the helicopter held their breath as slowly, warily, a thin, lithe female wolf with shaggy grey fur emerged from underneath a boulder, shaking out her fur. The man steadied the gun and pointed it at the wolf's flank. The she-wolf paused, as if somehow knowing something was wrong. Her whiskers twitched nervously and her pale, amber eyes flicked from side to side... "Quieter!" the man hissed, crouching down to poke the nozzle of the gun out of the window. His back ached at the awkward posture, but he didn't care. He wanted the money, he needed to catch this wolf. As the wolf began to move a step, the man pulled the trigger. There was a short, sharp bang and a smell of thick smoke. "Bullseye!" Tom exclaimed. The man smiled, and placed the gun down next to him. He could see the pink fluffy top of the dart sticking out of the wolf's flank. The wolf was struggling, trying to run, but she kept collapsing and lurching onto her side as the dart began to take effect. The man could see her weakening, her tongue lolling from her jaw as she panted weakly, still trying to run but not able to get up now, spasming and jerking. After about five minutes, the wolf's eyelids fluttered and her head lolled onto the grass. The man signalled for the pilot to land the helicopter, and he did so. The helicopter's blades flattened the grass as it landed, and the man hopped out, his boots making crunching noises on the frosty grass He stomped over to the prone body of the wolf, and bent down next to her. Her curved sides rose and fell peacefully as she slept, and her jaw was strong and thickly-muscled. "A good one," the man grunted, rubbing his gloved hands together. He crunched back to the helicopter, and together, he and the crew inside managed to carry a massive, glinting metal cage over to the wolf. They set it down next to the prone body of the wolf and together, they managed to heave the wolf into the cage and bolt the cage door shut. Together, they carried the cage into the helicopter and set it down in a shaded area near the back. As the helicopter took off, the man smirked to himself, imagining the massive amount of money he'd get for capturing the wolf. $3,000 perhaps?
Meanwhile, in a massive city nearby, three men stalked through the rubbish dump, metal nooses clasped in their hands. The leader of the three men paused, and held up a hand, commanding silence. At once the two others paused in their exact positions, eyes glinting and nooses hanging loosely in their hands. The man gestured to a taller pile of rubbish. There was a armchair thrown carelessly at the top, and there was a loose hollow in its centre, a perfect den for a stray dog to hide. The two other men nodded, understanding what their leader was implying, and crouched down, boots crunching in the rubbish lying, carelessly discarded at their feet. After about ten minutes of waiting, a shiny black nose appeared at the hole in the sofa, then disappeared back inside as it scented the presence of the men. "Quick, lie down so the mutt doesn't spot you. You will blend in with this rubbish well in the coats you're wearing," the leader said, stretching his body out, eyes trained on the dog's den. After several more minutes, the dog's mottled brown-and-cream muzzle appeared, and then it's head. Its head was broad and its muzzle was short, its deep, dark brown eyes glinted warily. "A pitbull. We always earn more for 'em big dogs," one of the leader's crew whispered, shifting position. The leader nodded silently in agreement, his mouth twisting into an ugly smirk. The dog, after scanning the rubbish dump a few times with its dark eyes, began to squeeze out of the hole in the sofa, its tongue lolling from its heavy lower jaw. The dog was soon in full sight. Its coat was coarse and matted with something sticky and unidentified, its broad head sat on top of a thick neck. The dog began to make its way down the rubbish pile, paws placed carefully so that it wouldn't create a 'landslide' of rubbish. The leader and his cronies pressed themselves deeper into the ground, so deep that they seemed to merge in with the rubbish. "Be prepared. Noose it on my mark," the leader grunted quietly to his cohorts. The dog began to bound down the pile, beginning to sense that all wasn't well. Its eyes flashed in panic as it finally spotted the man and his crew. It let out a yowling bark and attempted to leap over the man's head, but the man, quick as a flash, with a cry of, "NOW!!" flung the noose around the dog's throat, snaring it. The dog let out a choking howl and struggled, bucking wildly, but the two other men threw their nooses around its neck, securing it. The man stood up and looked down at the frightened dog, smiling evilly. "C'mon, men," he said gruffly. "We gotta go collect our prize." "Yes, sir!" the two others cried enthusiastically, and then all three marched off, through the rubbish pile, with the pitbull whimpering and staggering behind them, its tail tucked between its legs. Neither wolf nor dog knew where they were going. But soon, they would find out. Pheww!! My wifi turned off halfway and I was terrified that it wouldn't have saved, but thankfully it did. Stay tuned for chapter 1!!
