Myra pov
The attackers dragged me away from the carriage, their grips firm and unyielding. Each rough pull from them felt like a blow to my pride, an Alpha's pride. I could feel the humiliation burning deep in my chest. I was not some helpless prey; I was an Alpha. The thought pounded in my head as I desperately reached out to my wolf. She was silent, a mere shadow within me, suffering from the harsh sting of rejection.
"Move it!" one of the men barked, shoving me forward with a force that nearly sent me sprawling. The rough gravel beneath my feet bit into my skin as I stumbled, struggling to keep my balance. Anger bubbled up, a fierce growl escaping my lips. My wolf, I reached out again, pleading in my mind. Please, I need you. I can't do this alone.
I stumbled but caught myself, my fi
