Shyla POV:
I sat sawing at the thick ropes around my wrist after Betty and that boy left.
I could hear owls off in the distance and a chorus of insects chirping around me, followed by the soft rustling of leaves blowing in the wind; it was so quiet that I was afraid to make a sound; surely, any noise could alert predators. It was freezing, too; all I wore was my club outfit. I was starting to feel restless out here.
I found myself so deep in the woods that only the moon and stars illuminated my path. Without my wolf, I was forced to depend entirely on my human senses to survive. That's right—no night vision, quick healing, or super speed; I felt like a pitiful mess.
Tears began to fall from my face. I let myself cry for one minute; that's the timeframe I gave myself... nothing more
