Chapter 19

• Angela POV
• Flashes of the events run through my mind. The wolf, Deanne, the blood, and the pain of fangs coming into my mouth for the first time. As I walked in the darkness, looking for my friend, I saw her and the wolf. Deanne was in the box, screaming for help, but no one would help her. The wolves were doing as they pleased with the breeders.
• Deanne's screams were weak as the wolf has his way with her. Her head hanging out of the box and her body trapped so the wolf could take her for his pleasure was painful for me to see. Her frail, bruised body was almost limp, moving with the wolf slightly as he laughed at her weak screams.