Chapter 11: Mindless Violence

Before, when she was a tiny thing without any idea she could shift, she had crossed the border between the human city and the woods.

She was still young, full of hope, her heart less scarred.

That was where she glimpsed them.

A pack wolf.

It was easy to identify how different he was from the rogues in the city. A shiny coat, powerful muscles. Not a hint of bones poking through his fur, no scent of infection or open wounds. He smelled of the forest, not of the dirty city streets.

She still recalls how he looked as she peeked from underneath one of the logs she’d concealed behind.

Her little eyes had widened in awe, yearning blossoming in her chest, curiosity leading her movements as she approached him without fear.

She hadn’t known back then.

She remembers to this day, how she slipped, claws digging into the trunk to keep her steady. How the sound disturbed the pack wolf, head-turning in her direction.