"Come down from the tree, girl, and no one will get hurt." One of the warriors threatened. They were three in number. They were standing around a tree, and Fiona was on it. She was sitting at the top of the tree, and she had used a leaf to tie her injured leg.
It was already late, but the warriors didn’t want to leave her alone. The moon was already high up in the sky, shining in the dense forest, and they could hear the sounds of wild animals. She was scared of the warriors and also the animals. She held tightly to the tree, closing her eyes, refusing to go down to them.
"I have no idea why she is trying to run away from the packhouse," one of the warriors remarked.
"Maybe it’s because she knows that, once the alpha gets tired of them, he is going to murder them and get a new set of sl
