Running past the bust bodies of the other wolves I flew out of the door, greeted by the fresh chill of the night that held the winters bitter cold. Fuelled by nothing but pain I ran through the open field, breaking through the tree line.
I just kept running I didn't care that the bare branches of the forest trees cut at my skin as they harshly scraped across my body. I ignored the sting it caused wanting nothing more than to be as far away as I could from the orphanage and my life.
One thing I'd never be free of were the memories that thought alone or rather realisation was enough to fuel the pain in my head that bit more. I soon found myself by the river. Stopping In the clearing I watched as my breath formed a cold burning mist as I panted for air.
The beautiful ripples of the water r
