It was too quiet.

Normally every time a she-wolf was brought to her breeding male during the night, there were usually sounds coming from the cell, not many and in various frequencies, but there were. So it was safe to assume that something strange was going on.

One of the hunters guarding the corridor advanced with some concern. He squeezed the electric rod in his cautious hand. He would enter a cell with two wolves in heat. One of them, a male, would try to protect the female he was mating with and with the wolf's temper he would surely attack him.

He swallowed dryly and brought his hand to the handle and began to carefully lower it, creating a rusty squeak. Still, he felt no sound inside. He frowned, something wasn't right. He opened the door with the wand in his other hand and stepped inside. Light from the hallway flooded the room and his foot was positioned on the floor hearing a faint splash. When he looked down his eyes opened wide in shock.

Blood. A lot of blood.

His first im