The Betrayal of a Dying Heart

through the warehouse as Duard pulled a lev

scarred ears, took a step forward and let out a low growl. The othe

he cold concrete wall. There was nowhere else to go. My hear

d the phone steady, making sure his audien

t there was no pity in her eyes either. It was like she was watching

le pit bu

at of my thigh instead of my throat. The pain was white-hot, electric. I sc

desperate clarity. I was going to die here if I didn't fight bac

ts head. It yelped and released its grip, stumbling back a few feet. B

for anything. A few feet away, a length o

rs closed around the cold, rough metal. The other dogs

y strength. The impact was sickening, a wet crunch.

k ago, I was a hero for saving

n pack mate, then back at me. They were still hungry,

leg was screaming in protest. I planted my feet, held the rebar

e just killed that dog!' 'He's a monster!' '

e? You all see his true colors

h. They were judging me for trying to survive the death trap they had set. My 'loving'

. The court of public opinion meant nothing

rough the snarling of the dogs. "Apologize! Be

the sight of actual blood was

blood and dust onto

ev

usion. "Why are you so stubborn? You're supposed to be

isy was br

k, my voice hoarse. "Is this your idea of love

hed into a bag and tossed something down into the pit

sh wave of frenzied hunger. They weren't just hungry for me anymore. They were f

, and they came at me, not