Chapter 2 THE ESCAPE.
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CHAPTER TWO.
KALI’s POV.
I finally gathered the courage to escape after hearing what that man had to say; whatever it was, it was not good and was a big red flag to my safety. I crept out of my room, my heart pounding in my chest. I crawled past my mother's room, holding my breath, and made a run for the front door.
I flung the door open, and I ran as fast as I could, my arms swinging by my side. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see. Maybe mother, maybe a ghost.
As I ran, the trees became more frequent, the trees became bigger, and their branches thicker. I stumbled, my legs wobbly and. I fell hard, my leg twisting, causing me extreme pain. I yelped in pain, my vision blurring with tears.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered to myself, struggling to stand. My leg shaked, but I knew I had to keep moving.
I limped on, my pace slow and each step painful. The forest soon became darker; the shadows seemed to turn into monsters. I could hear the howls of wolves in the distance.
Suddenly, they emerged from the darkness; their eyes soon became closer. I tried to run, but my leg gave up beneath me. I fell, my body shaking with fear.
The wolves closed in, their snarls and howls growing louder. I prepared for the worst, my eyes shutting tight.
But the attack never came. Instead, I heard a series of howls and barks, the wolves fighting over me. I opened my eyes to see them lunging at each other, their bodies hitting each other with great force.
I took advantage of the distraction to crawl away, my legs hurting as hell. I collapsed behind a nearby bush, my body shaking with fear and pain as I watched the wolves fight.
As I lay there, I realized that I was truly alone. No one was coming to save me. I was on my own, injured and vulnerable in the middle of the forest.
And yet, something within me refused to give up. I clenched my jaw in determination.
"I will survive," I whispered to myself. "I will make it through this."
But for now, I lay there, my body broken and my inner wolf humming in my head. The forest was a cruel and dark place, and I was just a small, scared wolf, trying to make my way in it.
As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, I heard the sound of panting and paws approaching. I opened my eyes to see another pack of wild wolves coming from the darkness, their eyes fixed on me.
"Ah, a little wolf, all alone and injured," one of them sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "What a tasty little meal you are."
I tried to stand, but my legs refused me. "No, please," I begged, my voice shaking with fear. "Don't hurt me."
The alpha wolf, a huge gray beast with yellow eyes, took a step closer. "Why shouldn't we?" he growled. "You're weak, vulnerable. You're prey. You are our dinner. but first, let’s have some fun with you.”
I pulled my knee to my chest. "I'm not prey," I protested, trying to sound braver than I felt. "I'm a wolf, just like you."
The alpha wolf laughed, his teeth glinting in the dark. "You're no wolf," he sneered. "You're a weak little pup, crying for mercy. And mercy is something we don't give."
The pack closed in, their snarls and growls growing louder. I prepared for the worst, my eyes shutting tight in fear.
"No, please!" I screamed, my voice filled with fear. "Please don't!"
But my pleas fell on deaf ears. The pack slowly stalked towards me, their teeth bared and ready to strike. I felt their hot breath on my skin.
And then, everything went black.
I woke up with a start, my heart racing and my body aching all over. I was in a dark room, heavy with the scent of rot and decay, surrounded by the wild wolves that had attacked me. I tried to sit up, but on a second thought I sat back down.
As I lay there, I couldn't help but cry. I was scared and alone, at the mercy of these fierce creatures. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. I felt so miserable and regretted my actions.
My tears fell down, rushing down my face as I whimpered in fear. I didn't know what these wolves were going to do with me or if I would ever escape.
But as I cried, I noticed something was not right; the wolves were huddled together, like they were scared, and their eyes fixed on the door. Intuitively, I turned my head towards the doorway. A big, yet unarguably masculine figure was standing in the corner of the den, watching me. I froze, my tears ceasing as I watched the figure.
It was massive; its presence seems to scare these wolves. I couldn't make out any features, but I could sense its eyes on me, sizing me up.
And then everything went black again.
After what seemed like an eternity, I opened my eyes again, my vision blurry and my head spinning. But as my eyes got used to my surroundings, I saw the same figure from before, holding me in its arms. I was held up in his arms, my head on his chest, and for some reasons I felt warm and safe.
My mind raced as I tried to process what was happening. I looked up at the figure, wondering what I was doing in its arm and if I was safe or not.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
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