I run for what seems like forever. My legs ache, and exhaustion consumes me. I found a small little cave that I have nestled in with a bunch of leaves and grass to make a bed. Every movement hurts; I feel like my heart has been ripped in two. Will this pain be with me forever? Because it has not once let up. I lay down in the little bed I made and curl up into a ball. I feel the weight of the rejection crushing down on me. I grip my chest and begin to cry.
Once I started I could not stop, all the pain of everything in my life pouring out. My parents execution, my life and how it turned out, and the cruel rejection of the one that should have protected me. I have nothing, the school I was allowed to go to was a full human school. I do not know much about wolves besides what my parents told
