Chapter 8 Trying To Escape

But my wolf was silent. She was slipping away, her light growing dimmer and dimmer. I could feel her pain, her sorrow, her despair. She was dying. And I couldn’t save her. I buried my face in my hands, my body trembling with grief. I was losing her, the only part of me that was strong, the only part of me that was worth anything. Without her, I was nothing. Just a weak, broken girl trapped in a world that hated me.