“Mother, please come with me,” Jeanette pleaded with her mother.
“I can not abandon the pack, they need me,” her mother refused to leave her pack and ran back towards the compound.
Jeanette ran in the opposite direction, tears running down her face.
Jeanette ran all the way to the docks; it was past midnight already.
‘Which one of these boats should I get on to,’ Jeanette thought, looking at the options, wondering which one will be the best option for her to hide on.
‘Perhaps I should shift into my wolf form and act like a dog? Will one of these ships want a dog?’ Jeanette wonders.
“Can I help you miss?” a voice comes from behind her.
“Hi, I am in the dog trade, you don’t know if any of these ships are looking for a dog?” Jeanette tries.
“A cat but not a dog,” the young fellow says
