THEME: Her pup
(Avery’s Point Of View)
She is coming. She is right behind me. She is chasing down my wolf with a silver dagger in her hand. She didn’t shift into her wolf form and I wondered why? For me to see her face? I couldn’t think of any reason. I only recognized the face of my chaser.
The she wolf. The same wolf who had begged me to go somewhere far away from the pack because she was carrying my mate’s pub and she had killed me in his presence.
What on earth have I done wrong to deserve this chaser’s wrath? Because she wants my mate? I pondered as I picked up a fast pace to escape from her.
But my wolf stopped on track when I felt something cut through my right limp. The pain was so horrid making it hard for us to move further. We moved, paws stepped on a stone and
