CHAPTER 8
Raine's POV
The sound of snapped branches jolted me awake.
My muscles jerked, and my eyes shot open with alarm.
I craned my neck, groaning from the pain shooting up my spine, and tried to figure out where I was.
The last thing I remembered was running, hazy vision, cuts and bruises all over my body. And then it was pitch black.
I tried to get up when it hit me.
I was in rogue territory, alone and at night.
Pain shot up my arm, and I looked down at it and gasped.
My left hand was caught in a bear trap.
I suppressed the immediate urge to scream as the fangs of the trap pierced into my skin, drawing blood from every part of my wrist.
"Help...." I whispered.
That might have been a mistake. Because then I smelled them.
Wolves, running at full speed, towards me.
