Helena POV
We were placed into a box truck almost a week later when number fifty had been added to our group. We traveled on that box truck to a train and from the train to a shipping container somewhere in Mexico. We were saved by someone's pack members and brought into a larger pack in Texas.
There I met a wolf named Tony. He was well over six foot ten. He was skinny but strong. He had long black hair that was braided and tied back with a ribbon. He was very tan. Looked like one of the Native Americans I had learned about in history class. He was a warrior in a pack in West Virginia. He wasn't my fate, but he was kind and gentle. He asked me on a date to the bar restaurant in the hotel. We talked and had a meal together, but mostly we drank.
The next morning, I woke up wrapped in hi
