I run to the training ground as fast as my legs can carry me.
Please, please, please, I beg to the sky. Don't let me be too late.
Behind me, I can hear Hunter and his betas following. They're all still laughing. This is just a fun game to them. I feel sick to my stomach that I am aligned with such cruelty.
I reach the training grounds.
The captive rogues are all lined up and blind folded.
They are tied with silver ropes.
They try--and fail--to shift into wolf form.
They are helpless.
Standing in front of them are about ten guards with their bows and arrows poised.
They prepare to fire.
I feel paralyzed.
It is too late.
I burst forward.
"Stop!" I cry.
But I am too late.
An array of silver-tipped arrows arc through the air.
"No!" I scream.
Arrows bury into flesh.
My heart b
