"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 woke up in a darkened room. The curtains were all pulled and not-so-soft snores came from the figure next to me. I glanced over and noticed Shepard with his chin on his chest, sleeping away. Thick white bandages were bound around his ribs.


　　I'd fallen, I remembered that bit. But the rest of that tale was like a dream. There was no possible way that he had called my name. He had refused to use it before.


　　I wrinkled my nose. How much time had passed? Damon would be after me soon, and there's no doubt there would be some sort of punishment in store for me from Magnus for failing this little adventure. I sighed and buried my head in my hands. All I wanted was to go home. I didn't even care if everyone overlooked me again. I was so done with this life.


　　"You're awake, Wolfless?" snapped Shepard beside me.


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