She lay still on cold wet ground, her battered body hardly able to move. Every inch of her hurt, bruises burning, her ribs stabbing with each shallow breath.
The pain and cold had been the only reminders that she was alive.
The rain had started sometime during the early hours, at first light, now falling steadily. Droplets hit her face, mingling with dirt and dried blood on her skin.
She weakly opened her mouth as the rainwater trickled inside, soothing her parched and dry throat.
It was not enough to take off the hunger or ache deep in her chest and in between her legs, but it was something.
Her brown eyes flickered open, staring upwards. The branches stirred lightly in the gentle breeze, bending their twigs to and fro as if they were silently witnessing her agony.
She tried to raise her arm, but couldn't.
“Am I going to die here?” It was a dark thought that was burrowing into her mind.
Her wolf was silent, her connection to it dulled by the overwhelming ache in her body and the dr
