Chapter 50: Common Enemy.
Elara’s POV
“We have to fight and pray not to die,” Myra huffed inside my head, her usual sarcastic tone now laced with actual concern. “Also, I just want to note how stupid you are for skipping breakfast. We’re about to die on an empty stomach.”
I didn't respond. I couldn’t. My eyes were locked on the approaching wolves, seven of them, all male, all bigger than me, cracking their knuckles like I was nothing but a chew toy. The sound of boots scraping against the sand echoed through the pit and it seemed like it's countdown to pain.
I turned slightly, my spine pressed against the wall, calculating space, exits, options, there were none.
“Great,” I muttered aloud. “Just great. First I nearly get molested in my sleep, now I’m about to be mauled by a bunch of p
