When I come to, I'm in a jail cell. I'm covered in bandages and lying on a cot. There's a large bag at my side. I'm confused. Everything's a blur. I can't quite remember how I got here.
I try to sit up, but it's too much. I groan in pain and lay back down.
I hear a growling sound and look up to see another wolf in the cell next to me. I scan the room and realize there are several of us here, each in our own cells.
I try to talk to the wolf.
"What's going on?"
I ask. "Who are you?
"I'm Adam," he says. "Who are you?"
"I'm Marla."
Adam is a fierce-looking wolf, with dark fur and a lean frame.
"Where are we?"
"I'm not sure," Adam replies. "I was walking in the woods and I was grabbed by a group of wolves. I think they were keeping us all in a cave, but
