et's
red as I scrubbed the floor. My back ached and my stomach growl
and still no wolf? You're more useless tha
e to home. Why wouldn't
would get bored and leave me alo
against my fingers, grinding
y right hand throbb
giggled. "Do
s so hard I
ing. They never did. Everytime Mira tormented me
lted her head closer to mine, p
s. The pain stung like hell but I told myself I'd ne
ve up and rem
drew my hand to my chest. My hand
a glare while she rambled to he
ed. "I still don't know why my father keeps
es wi
me d
el coul
e the looks on their faces. They were also terrified of M
ers. "I'm so bored. What
I heard the warriors are training in
men fight is better than looking at a
hind a punishment for me. She knocked the bucket I used in scr
iggle echoed in the distance
nt over to soak up the drenched floor with my cleaning rag, none of
floor, something i
like this
oul
ner for the family and washing th
il the moon hung
rds slacked i
ped away like I
as out of sight, I
was running to but I k
t and it hurt more when I inhaled. Thorned twigs tore at my s
my legs began to shake and my
hed I hadn't l
tracks when a foul
my hand over my nose when
he stenc
nd couldn't find the
rose to my feet. But before I coul
crunched under un
n't a
when low, guttural whispers
was
Rogue wolves don
es emerged. They had sunken red eyes that glistened with
me take a sl
their teeths like they were co
ir clothes – ragged
c smell hit myn
bruised and covered in blood. Oh n
them grinned, reveali
nib
e to turn on my heels and run
d me backwards. I screamed, kicking wildl
smell of decayed flesh filled m
n Goddess to save me when out of thin air, a sharp
as I scrambled awa
was
each other the same que
another body dropped. Then another and
t wasn't
hered in the fores
d the branches that tore at my skin.
to help myself stand up but I co
oser and I whimpered. Was thi
die. I didn't escape to be eaten by cannibals. I almost
arkness. It's blade sliced, dominating the dark and the very creatures that
as o
though
giving a victorious yell
ud scream and
hat followed
smart, are you?"
es open and m
y shade of gold, like they weren't even real. There was this smell about him, earth, smoke, and something sharp underneath, I c
d off his blade, his gaze settli
as r
. I could talk. My v
s sword. "Well, dumb girl,
he would've slipped the sword into the sheath around h
't stay
now a safe pla
e turned his
's
hell