CATHERINE.
I am startled awake by the rushing, harried feet running all over the place. My head was still covered but I could tell that they were lacking up.
Is this it?
Am I going to die now?
"I have to give it to your friends," that dead voice says from behind me. "They are very good at tracking."
What friends?
"They managed to track my scent here. Too bad they can't find it. Still, we would need to move. Be good now, okay?"
I feel him move around and soon the chains fall off.
"Ugh," my wolf whimpers.
"Are you alright?" I ask her.
Once the chains were in, I couldn't sense her again. I had been worried.
"I will be fine. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"No."
The man grabs my hand and begins to pull me out. I can't help but stumble thanks to the bruises and open wounds on my le
