Point o

sound that took me back to the night our pack was raided. "What's going on?" Emma muttered groggily as she rubbed her eyes. "It's

to make space for new ones," Sandra's sick brother explained. A wave of dread washed over me at the thought of being discarded like trash. Emma quickly advised

tension, our panicked whispers bouncing off the cold walls. I could feel Emma trembling as she

look for the injured, the sick, or anyone who's caused trouble," Sandra answered quietly. My heart thudded painf

." I nodded, my fists clenching and unclenching as I tried to shake the overwhe

ompanied by the clink of metal restraints. Guards were leading wolves out of the cells, their faces grim and defeated. Som

eir fate in silence. I tried to calm my erratic breathing, imagining myself on a battlefield, wondering if I co

dier ask. "Just a few more," another voice responded. They were getting closer to our cell, their boots hitting the stone floor

g the panic we all felt. "The troublemakers wouldn't have fought for us anyway," o

ely in her mid-fifties, from the cell. She fought them fiercely, but it didn't matter-they overpo

m too much to resist. As they dragged him away, Sandra's cries tore through the air, reverberating off the cold

their pack. She spoke of the lake they used to visit as children, where they'd spend hours chasing

ay. She collapsed, her voice breaking into sobs before fading into unconsciousne

the back. The man's presence alone was enough to silence the murmurs of the prisoners. He was a werewolf, tal

ere," the guard bark

he guard. "What if I don't want to?" he sa

not intimidated. "Oh, you don't want t

ready to explode. "Let's fight and see wh

rode over, his heavy boots echoing off the walls.

se, the head guard grinned darkly. "Release him," he commanded,

the tension in his body, the readiness to fight in every movement. The guard squared up

umbled back, surprise flashing across his face before he retaliated with a punch of his own. David dodged it easily, his movements q

gling to keep up, his attacks growing desperate. A surge of hope rose in my chest

, it all

y heart froze as I saw the glint of the blade in the dim light. David didn't notice it in time. As

d seemed

blade cruelly, and a pained howl erupted from David's throat, echoing off the walls.

s unbearable. His once-strong figure crumpled on the floor, blood pooling beneath him as

nt, as if his death meant nothing. The brutality of it all twisted my stomac

David's body was dragged out like an animal. As the guards was about to l

d, pointing towards Emma. Emma was afr

hought I would do, something I never

cing. The second soldier turned toward

taggering back. Fueled by desperation, I followed with more strikes, but my strength was no match for him. With o

ms piercing the air as the soldiers dragged me out of the cell. As th