THE CONTRACTED MATE

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it was not good and was a big red flag for my safety. I crept out of my room, my heart pounding

my arms swinging by my side. I didn't dare look back,

branches thicker. I stumbled, my legs were wobbly. I fell hard, my leg twist

o myself, struggling to stand. My leg

st soon became darker, the shadows seemed to turn into mo

eyes soon became closer. I tried to run, but my leg

and howls growing louder. I prepare

arks, the wolves fighting over me. I opened my eyes to see them lun

hurting as hell. I collapsed behind a nearby bush, my bod

. No one was coming to save me. I was on my own,

refused to give up. I clenc

spered to myself. "I wi

mming in my head. The forest was a cruel and dark place, and

anting and paws approaching. I opened my eyes to see another pack

one of them sneered, his voice dripping with

d me. "No, please," I begged, my voi

r. "Why shouldn't we?" he growled. "You're weak, vulnerable. You're p

ey," I protested, trying to sound braver

"You're no wolf," he sneered. "You're a weak little pup,

growls growing louder. I prepared for

ed, my voice filled wi

stalked towards me, their teeth bared and read

everything

dark, room, heavy with the scent of rot and decay, surrounded by the wild wolves

at the mercy of these fierce creatures. I had never felt so vul

ed in fear. I didn't know what these wolves were

their eyes fixed on the door, instinctively I turned my head towards the doorway. A big, yet unarguably masculi

hese wolves. I couldn't make out any features,

erything wen

g. But as my eyes got used to my surroundings, I saw the same figure from before, holding me in i

pening. I looked up at the figure, wondering wha

sked, my voice bar