"Erina's family sells her to a pack of wolves, she knows she's there for their pleasure to be used and then killed, at least that's their intention.
But what they don't know is that Erina isn't willing to accept that fate. She's determined to do whatever is needed to stay alive. The pack thinks they can just use her and throw her away, but when she's done with them they won't be able to survive without just another moment with her.
Because Erina doesn't want to be their broken doll, she just needs to be their perfect one.
Unfortunately for her, the pack isn't going to make life that easy for her. She's underestimated just what they could want from her and she's about to be pushed to her very limits and beyond for her mistake.
Her bid for survival is about to begin."

Their Broken Doll

　　I probably could have done one out of a hundred different things rather than throwing his own body part at him. But, I didn't regret it. The others worked at the tight ropes that bound me while the dragon slithered closer. I was looking at my death. The golden eyes glinting with streaks of red, the coal black wings, the claws reaching for me, still stained red with the blood of those that would sacrifice their lives for me.


　　I would die here but at least I hadn't died with my tail between my legs. I'd stood up for myself for once in my life, and he wouldn't get a moment of satisfaction from me while I still lived.


　　Nicholas got up from the ground, shaking his massive head. He could barely walk, his body swerving one way or the other, but he got his feet beneath him and lunged at Eagon's back.


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