Project: Wolf World by Tommy Donbavand

Author:Tommy Donbavand [Donbavand, Tommy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781406352368
Publisher: Walker Books
Published: 2014-01-15T16:00:00+00:00

Time Unknown: Aeroplane Cargo Hold, Location Unknown

“Fangs? Fangs, can you hear me?”

There was no reply – but then, in all honesty, I hadn’t expected one. I’d been calling for help into my blue tooth almost constantly for hours, and no one had yet spoken back. I tapped the tooth with my tongue to turn it off.

I was in a crate, and the crate was on a plane. I was in total darkness, so I guessed I’d been put in the cargo hold. I wasn’t going to get a complimentary packet of peanuts and the in-flight movie anyway. That was about all I knew. I didn’t know for certain how much time had passed since Fangs had been knocked out, but my guess was at least two hours, maybe closer to four.

I’d been dragged, kicking and fighting, down the stairs in Claw’s mansion and dumped in this box. I had quickly ripped my way out of the sack and was then able to see through a rectangular hole in one side of the box. I was taken to an airport – I had just been able to make out planes taxiing to and from the runway before I was loaded into one of them. We took off around half an hour later, although I had no idea where we were headed.

I hoped Fangs was OK. His lack of response to my blue-tooth calls worried me. The last time I’d seen him, he’d been unconscious, knocked out by Scarlet Canis’s kisses. What if he never woke up? Either way, I knew the wolves would want to keep Fangs and me as far apart as possible when they started shaving me. I shuddered at the prospect.

I tried again to break out of the crate. My laptop and utility belt had been taken from me, so I had to rely on brute force. I lay on my back and kicked against the crate again and again, as hard as I could. The walls didn’t budge. In fact, they didn’t feel or sound like wood. I began to suspect that the outside of the crate was lined with metal – perhaps lead. That would explain the communication problems. I could understand Fangs not replying if he was still unconscious – but my calls to MP1 Headquarters were going unanswered as well. If the crate was covered with lead, then none of my wireless calls would be getting out. That meant I’d been talking to myself for hours.

My neck itched. I’d made several attempts to remove the collar that Scarlet had clipped around me, but it seemed to have a numerical combination on the lock and as I couldn’t see it I had no way of cracking it.

Suddenly, the sound of the plane’s engines changed. A motor was whirring somewhere over to my right. The pilot was lowering the landing gear. Wherever our destination, we were there. I felt a small bump as the aircraft landed and, after a few moments, we stopped. The engines died with a whine.

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