In the stillness of dawn, a cacophony of fear shattered the calm, as César's panic-stricken cries echoed through the air. You arose with a jolt from your leafy sanctuary, your slumberous haze dispelled by the piercing sounds of distress. Through the creak of the gate, you staggered forth, your vision blurred with the urgency of the moment. The scene before you was one of chaos and despair: your comrade, the gentle soul of César, being wrested into the steel jaws of a waiting vehicle. Will and his beloved, their human forms trembling, were but mere shadows held at bay by the unyielding arms of the law.

With a roar that split the silence, you sprang forth, not yet mastering the art of flight, but propelled by a fierce instinct. Your talons met flesh, and with a spray of crimson, you tore the offender's limb asunder. A cry of pain, a symphony of horror, filled the air as the man crumpled to the ground. You hovered, a monstrous figure, torn between the shock of your own savagery and the need to protect your kin.

Your gaze fell upon the wide, fear-stricken orbs of César. In that fleeting instant, you communicated your intent—a silent vow to shield him from this cruel fate. The rage in your belly burned like a volcano, a molten force that had been simmering since the whispers of the townsfolk had grown to a cacophony of complaints. They could no longer bear the sight of you, the outcasts from the wild, living among their ordered lives.

"Do not resist," you seemed to murmur, the words unspoken yet understood by the creature whose soul you felt entwined with yours. "You must go," you urged with a nudge of your mighty head, the gentle force of your will guiding him to the safety of Will's embrace.

The caretaker's eyes, brimming with understanding, met yours, and you knew he bore the weight of your sacrifice. Yet, in his voice, a tremble of fear whispered through his pleas, for he knew the price of freedom could be steep. You, the creature of the night, had become more than a beast to him; you were kin, a bond formed in the quiet moments of shared existence.

As the sirens wailed and the authorities descended like a swarm of angry bees, you allowed yourself to be captured, bound in their inhuman grip. They knew not the depth of the love that surged through your veins, nor the fierce loyalty that had driven you to this desperate act. Yet, as they shoved you into the abyss of the van, you cast one final look over your shoulder, a sad smile ghosting across your features.

And as the world grew dark and the engine's rumble swallowed your final roar, you felt the painful wrench of separation, as the warmth of your chosen family faded from view. César's anguished hoot echoed in your heart, a shard of his sorrow piercing the quiet resolve that had settled in your core. The journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but you knew that in the vast tapestry of fate, you had made your choice. The price of freedom had been paid, and now, the tale of your existence would be woven anew—beyond the confines of a cage, but in the hearts of those who had loved you fiercely and set you free.

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In the confines of the automobile, time stretched its limbs, weaving moments into hours as slumber claimed you briefly. Upon awakening, you felt the gentle sway, the cage of your captivity being hoisted by the hands of soldiers, mere mortals in their camouflage of humanity, onto the iron embrace of the tracks. Your destination loomed large: a bastion of concrete and steel, its name a declaration to the world - "ANIMAL ZOO." The harsh voice of reality pierced through your skin as a bolt of electric pain shot from a taser's tip.

As your cage was unceremoniously hauled from the metal beast, a figure emerged, his brow a landscape of sharp contours. "Ah, is this the creature that's been the bane of our tranquil abodes?" he inquired, his tone a blend of curiosity and contempt. The soldier with a truncated limb, a crimson testament to a battle lost, shuffled closer, his gaze defiant. "Yes, she's the one," he confirmed, his voice a rasping whisper, the echo of his pain.

The blonde aide's visage, a canvas of shock and dismay, searched for answers in the crimson pool of his comrade's wound. "Connor, what horror has she wrought upon thee?" he exclaimed, rushing forth with a concern that was as swift as it was genuine. Connor, the stoic sentinel, dismissed him with a flick of his wrist, his voice a declaration of resilience. "Fear not, I shall be mended. Simply confine her to the monkey's realm," he said, retreating with the gait of one who bore the weight of his own misfortune.

The blonde youth, his eyes now a tempest of anger and dread, cast a furtive glare in your direction, yet your gaze remained steadfast, a silent challenge amidst the chaos. The zoo's overseer, with a sigh that bore the heaviness of a thousand sunsets, gestured towards the cages that awaited. "To the monkey pen with her," he barked, his voice a command that echoed through the cobblestone corridors of fate.

Obedient to the whims of their leader, the soldiers dragged you forth, the wheels of your fate rumbling over the cold, indifferent earth. And so it was that you found yourself in a new enclosure, a prison of bars and echoes, to call home.