Mistaken by fate ( the Lycans curse)

ra

, desperate for an answer, for some flicker of huma

face w

o regret. Not

from the braided man and turned his back to me

If I survived this, I swore, I would come back for him. One da

ing, snapping around my wrists and ankles. Eac

ngers grabbed me, holding me down with unflinching

, I'd survi

er it got. I had no clothes to shield me. No wolf inside me to warm my blood.

trembling. U

t like a blade,

to it despite its stench, grateful for even the smallest comfort. My skin burned from the wounds I'd colle

nked me from the truck and threw

re I could brace myself, he dumped the stinging liquid over my open wounds. It burned throu

barked, grinning. His teeth were yellow, rot

using to give him the sati

a mask of indifference, like this was

ed the blanket over me again. And we kept going, deeper into the unknown.

cry. I

side, I was unraveling. Piece by piece, something in me was

could live her life, and I could live mine. But her actions had unleashed ni

p, the air growing sharper, biting at my skin. We were heading north. I

forests or breathed its ice-laced winds. Only heard w

silver that burned like slow poison, seeping into my fle

stretched

must have slipped into a fitful sleep, only to wake again, shivering under that

felt heavy.

I imagined the possibility that I might never escape. The farther we

ow and relentless. Even without my wolf, I coul

the truck jol

en barked an

wn, and the instant my bare feet hit the snow, pain

tanding

light of a full moon, its glow painting pale shadows across a lifeless landscape. Gone was the warmth of the greener

, someone yanked the

a

my knees as pain flared sharp and instant. I gasped,

oked

owed

te of fear was t