Maybelle kept running in the woods, but she was at her edge. Suddenly her wolf collapsed. She transformed back into human. Three silver headed arrows were still stabbed on her back. She was panting. Her hair was a mess. Her naked body was covered with mud and blood. A handkerchief was still tied with her legs. She did it before leaving the castle. Her mother made it for her.
‘I cannot give up.’, she thought to herself.
‘You did well, Ava! I am proud of you. You rest for now. I will take care of everything’, Maybelle said to her wolf. Her voice was sad. She could hardly feel her wolf. She knew she would not be able to live longer. She stood up gathering all her strength and then took off the arrows one after another. She yelled out in pain. She stood there for a few more moments, holding
