I run as fast as I can as I start to smell the familiar smells of the place I called home for during my childhood. A shiver Gomes down my spine when I think back to those days, my fear, my abuse. I run faster thinking of how much had changed, I was proud of the wolf I was and I was ready to stand up to the man who made my life a living hell.

I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't notice the witch next to the pack house until it was too late.

Her eyes glowed purple and I made eye contact with her, my body shifted back and I collapsed into a well of darkness and pain.