KATHERINE
"What do we have here?" the white wolf chuckled. "A lost pretty pup?"
"Well, it sure makes a good dinner, in such harsh conditions," the brown echoed him, his voice dripping with malice.
My stomach twisted into a knot of pure terror.
'I NEED HELP!' I screamed into the mind-link, projecting that thought with every ounce of mental strength I could muster, praying that someone, anyone, would hear. I didn’t care about my pride, or looking weak, or about my guilt towards Lysander, or the fact that Karen had kicked me out. In that moment, I was weak. I was prey. And I needed help, from whoever it came from.
But my scream didn’t go anywhere. It bounced back into my own skull, as if a thick wall of rubber had suddenly grown around my brain.
Horror and panic washed over me, and I lo
