Kiara
I
was given only minutes to myself before another poacher arrived to kidnap me, e*****e me, or butcher me for my horn. It was infuriating that nowhere I went could I ever be safe, not even long enough to wash the blood out of my fur. The wolf broke free of the shadows, as dark as night itself, and plunged into the river to hunt me. I’d barely fended him off before fleeing; lucky I had healed myself enough to run.
But trekking into enemy territory, I should have expected that every turn would reveal another hostility. It was just tiring that I could barely even catch my breath before having to run again. Nobody in this world wielded kindness toward me, only the blades of their teeth.
After everything I’d been through that night, that wolf, the last living thing I’d seen, became
