Anna's Pov.
I glared at the brown wolf before me, my gaze traveling from his raised shackles down to his claws digging into the earth below, whatever it meant for him. It snarled at me, baring a set of white sharp teeth, tasting after my flesh. I couldn’t help but wonder…was my papa seeing all this? Is he in support of this, this werewolf waiting to attack me? Is my father in support of this, gosh, what if I get killed?
My gaze quickly left my snarling attacker and I wildly combed the place in search of my father, I must confirm if he was seeing all this happening and is not doing anything about it.
And then from the corner of my eyes, I saw him, my Papa! What was he doing? Nothing! He just stood amongst the spectators, his arms folded as he watched me get confronted by the werewolf. He
