Syria’s POV
"Bennett! Where are you?! Please, help me!”
There was no response.
“They’re going to kill me!”
But my voice disappeared into the cold night.
I wanted to cry…but I couldn’t.
I felt numb.
No…this can’t be!
I panic and at the same time, I felt sick. I quickly looked around as the wild wolves came closer to me, and their growls were deep and low while staring hungrily.
There was nowhere left to go.
“Stay back! I-I’m not afraid!”
But my lips trembled.
“No matter how loudly you scream, nobody is going to save you!" the pack leader taunted.
His tone was harsh and laced with deep guttural growl.
“We watched them abandon you. They abandoned you without a second thought. Poor you!”
Then they all laugh, pointing at my misery.
My face turned pale from the thought.
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