3 years later
“Come on, move your butt! Go! Go! Go!” Raven shouts from behind as we run up to the orphanage.
“I’m going! I can’t go any faster!” I pull her arm up the hill.
“Ugh, we made it.” She laughs and I look at her crazy. We walk quickly to where the children are, there are so many of them now. Almost all the little packs around us have been wiped out, some where lucky to combine with larger packs for protection and got away. Lawrence has forced all pups in our camp to be taken from their parents and placed into his training program at age 2. At least the parents still get to see their pups unlike the others who are dead. I have been a safe haven for the pups all this while they are forced into training.
“R&J are here! Guys come on!” We heard one of them say as they all charge
