The truck finally comes to a stop and I lifted my head, the sky slightly darker as the sun begins to set. By the smell of many wolves congregating together I conclude that we have finally reached our destination - The Run. The engine is turned off as I watch wolves walk by the truck. Some call out to their friends while others walk over and peer under the tarps and into the cages that hold me and Amelia to see if we are good mate candidates. I can hear the she-wolf beside me growl at those curious to see who were held and can't help but frown. She should know by now that giving these men attention will cause them to want to break her.
[Amelia calm the f**k down before some dumb ass decides he likes it rough and feisty.] I snap out through our link. She needs to be quiet, pretend to no
