Snippet #2267192

Ali growled to himself as he began to pace the small confines of the restraint room, he still in his human form having been in the wolf form for most the night. So he was tired and hungry, but his body seemed confused as to wether he wanted human food or blood, he ran his fingers through his hair his fingers reaching out to feel the fresh scratch marks made by the wolf last night. The room was full of scratches some small others were large and deep but it seemed to make no impact of the wall, it was as if the room healed itself every few weeks.

Walking to the heavy duty door he sniffed through the hairline seam in the door trying to work out who was nearby as to who would let him out to join the other outcasts. He hated going to therapy it was the most tedious time of the day..talking about the past was a waste of time that's why it was called the past.

Banging his fist heavily on the door he paced again his eyes fixed firmly on the door.