Ginger Wolf

time, she would be in danger. Her sense of smell was dwindling with every second,

er strength failing her. She wasn't a strong wolf, and so she kn

heed. Somehow, it felt good to break the rules, and since her

f her life mapped out but it didn't include sitting behind on pac

she shook it off to reduce the weight off her. She was scared and altho

he prayed that for that night if she ever ran into

ith determined speed, she charged into the night, her feet digging

d she cursed under her breath. She was alread

er and even though she knew that this was a lost race, she kept going, her eyes on the path behi

of her strength, and when the next set of claws dug into her neck

m a circle around her, before they re

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ng from the smoke that came from the fire that

was not alone and so she maintaine

tried to smell but it was nothing familiar

and judging by the chains on her ha

her situation. The movement behind her soon stopped after what so

ne else in the room with her, a girl too, only she was still knocked out. The room had a m

y. She could see a window but it was well protected by iron

d nudged her a couple of times before her eyelids

s ready to go into an all-defense mode but the chains on her leg

her with her eyes that she wasn’t the enemy. “I am in the

d then her lips parted, releasing a low growl

she didn’t have time for chit-chat,

re good. You wanna work w

little too loud “You be

walked in “Good you’re getting to meet each other. I hope you had

didn’t move an inch. She stared at him with those

his hands reaching straight f

educe the pressure, he had on her and he laughed, t

had heard in her voice was no longer th

er away, dragging her alo

er sobs began soon after as she thought of her mum, her friends, and everything in the pack. She wondered if they were looking for her, or at least worried. Her thought was interrupted when sh