LANA’S POV
I ran until my paws hurt and I couldn’t run anymore, I felt so alone and Judy walking away from me was a sign that she didn’t want to stand with me. I knew I could never go back to the packhouse because it was clear that I was no longer welcome there. The king wanted my head and I new that he wasn’t going to stop until he got it on a silver platter. There was one thing that I was certain of though and that was the fact that they were never going to find me. All the changes that had happened to my body had changed my scent also, I was simply no longer the same Lana that they all knew. Not even my own father would be able to find me if they asked me to.
My family….remembering that by running away I had just accepted a life with no family broke my heart. I was now cursed to a lif
