Asher's POV
They picked me up as I lay on the shore,motionless, pretending to be almost dead, when they were picking those poor children and women up on their ship, dragging them on foot as if they were cattles.
Their cries were almost forcing me to give up on my act and get them out of their merculess clutches.
Those minions working for Clovera, were cowards of the highest level. They targeted and hunted down vulnerable, weak and scared wolves who were separated or banished from their packs or homes.
I slid the small pocket knife that I was carrying into one of my captor's robes as they dragged me up the ladder and then patted me down. I pulled it out of his clothes just in time before they tied me up along with the other prisoners and then shoved me inside a bigger cage.
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