Deciding to walk away, I turn to go back to my truck and wait, maybe catch a nap before we are to enter the forest. But then I see her – a silver wolf curled into a ball resting in her cage. Her fur shimmers with ever breath she takes reminding me of silver glitter used for crafts mesmerizing me. She is indifferent to her surroundings as if she is anywhere and not at The Run.
A soft smile spreads across my lips. Unlike the she-wolves growling and snarling at any male that draws near, she conserves her energy and strength, not bothering with any male that draws close to her even as they comment about how boring and weak she probably is. They want someone to break, someone they could slap around. But what they do not see with this silver wolf is the way her tail twitches with each new m
