I was not sure how long I walked. The wind and rain hit me on my way back to the basement. The despair I felt, tore though my wolf.
I curled up on the damp bed in a daze. For a while, my family did not look for me. I did not bother going out to search for food. I was not going to live long anyway. Hunger had turned to weakness and I could not even stand. The wolves bane was slowly killing me.
One day, I heard my sister's voice up the stairs of the basement. It seemed they had come to find me.
"Does she live here?" My sister asked.
"Can you believe how ungrateful Daisy is? We give Uncle a lot of money every month to take care of her, and she still embarrasses us like this, running off to get someone else to raise her!" My brother answered.
Suddenly, my sibling’s voice echoed at the entrance to the basement den . Then it gradually faded.
Their words stung my wolf. So they had paid uncle money yet he acted as though I was a burden leaching off them.
I wanted to laugh out loud but I was
