This is my first story. Comments would be appreciated, so would votes. Tell me if i should continue.

Also this story is dedicated to my first fan wolfflove.

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~Chapter one~

(Vikas POV)

          “Up, Death Row!”

          One of the wardens barked. I mean literally, Barked. They’re dogs. And my name is Vikas. I’m a wolf… involved in wolf fights… in a world of dogs. I remember a bedtime story my mom used to tell me before she was killed and I was kidnapped.

          “There once was a time where Dogs were Fought, just like us, only by these Monkey like animals called humans. Now these humans were worse than the dogs we know. Most of the dogs in these fights died.”

          We would always gasp at this part. Me and my siblings. It was just so impossible to us. These… these… THINGS are the toughest things on the planet.

          A sharp yank to the chain on my arms brought me back to reality. The reason they called me “Death Row”, I think, is because I never loose. EVER. Loosing meant no food. I’m already starving. It also means death. Or worse. Harder beatings! No. I CAN”T lose. The other Prisoners, as I call them, think I’m called “Death Row” because I always come back beaten. But that is a lie. I am beaten, but not by the opponent. No, I am beaten by the wardens. My match record is 23 seconds. But it usually takes about 2 minutes. Okay I’m ready. My teeth are sharpened, so are my claws. I’m ready for fighting.

SHIT!

          I can hear them. There are more than one. I can hear at least seven. Maybe more! I scan the crowd. Looking at how many I have to entertain- WHAT! These dogs can NOT learn! They know I always win! I snapped back to reality when the chains on my fore arms were taken off roughly and I was shoved into the ring full of wolves. They all growled as I approached. They must be new. I burst into a mad laughter. They continued growling only slightly quieter. I gasped out in between laughs “You must be new. I’m Vikas. You probably haven’t heard of me, huh?”

          They only gave be more growls and some confused looks. As I decided my legs were sore, I stood in a human-like position. On two legs.

          They all gasped.

          I looked towards the door. It said kill fight. They live or I do.

          “Anyone speak?” They nodded. “So you understand. Good. Ever heard of death row?” They tensed. Who I thought to be the leader nodded “what do you know about him?” The leader walked up

          “We know he stands like you, he is… big, and he likes to kill.”

          I chuckled. He looked at me confused

          “A few things wrong with your theory. One: he doesn’t ‘like’ to kill he loves it. And two: I am a pretty decent size!” I flashed my sharpened, white and red teeth. They gasped and started backing away “Ooh! I am going to love this! I think we should start over.” I said menacingly, stalking closer and closer.

          “Hello. My name is Vikas, but you can call me Death Row!”

          I lunged. Claws out and teeth snapping. A minute later, all the wolves except one. The leader. He was frozen in place. I circled him on all fours, whispering so the crowd couldn’t hear me.

          “What’s your name?”

          “Pravus”

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So?!?! I hope this is good...