THIS CHAPTER WILL BE WRITTEN IN THIRD POV
~At the southern border on the Crescent wolves pack, a few hours before dawn.
A girl lay, trembling on the cold bare floor, curled up like a foetus, naked and dirty. Blood and bruises could be seen on various parts of her body. The bruises were mostly cuts of different shapes and sizes, looking like they had been purposely inflicted on her. Sweat drenched dark hair stuck to her face, as tears rolled down her eyes.
She lay in that position for a while, before one of the men patrolling the border took note of her.
"Who are you?" He asked, his voice a mixture of shock and curiosity, but she didn't respond. He moved closer, his voice softening. "Miss?"
When she ignored him again, he signalled another man close by.
"s**t! What in the world?" The
