Smith's PoV
Those people are fuckers, I thought bitterly as I pushed through the dense woods, my body weighed down by the agonizing effects of the multiple wolfsbane injections. I had been stripped of my abilities as a werewolf, rendering me vulnerable and weak.
Pain radiated through my muscles, and every step was a torturous endeavor. I couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that had led to my escape. The very pack I had once led and considered my own had turned on me, believing me to be a threat.
My mind raced as I contemplated my options. I needed to find a way to escape their pursuit, but the lack of my werewolf form left me at a significant disadvantage. Still, I was determined to outsmart my pursuers.
My senses were on high alert, and I could hear the distant sounds of footste
