************************************WILLOW***********************************************************
I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head back. As my chin tipped up, he was right next to my ear.
"Lets it, little wolf. I love the smell of fear that pours out of you,"
His nose runs along my cheek. I feel the bile rise in my throat at the feel of his touch; pain rips through my arm. I want to scream out, but I know that will only fuel him more. Just hold it in, Willow. Blood ran down, dripping from my fingers as he slowly ran a claw down my forearm,
"I see someone is playing tough, Oh i wanted a challenge today,"
Letting go of my hair with a shove, I fell face forward, smacking my cheek off the hard floor, Causing me to
