Jessamine
"My feet pound against the grass, a sob breaking from my lips. I'm fleeing because if I don't, it'll kill me. I glance over my shoulder—a mistake. I see it. Violet eyes, slitted with silver. Razor sharp canines that call for blood. They are white and stained with my blood.
My heart hammers in my chest as I trip over the roots of a tree, and my hands hit the mud. Screaming in frustration, I try pulling out of it, but the harder I struggle, the deeper my hands sink.
A guttural snarl rips the air behind me and I close my eyes, sobbing as I struggle against the sinking mud.
Paws hit the ground before me, and I look up into deathly still eyes. The wolf angles her head left and stares down at me. Her aura is...golden. She is white. There are no purely white wolves. It is why I know
