Chapter seventeen

She felt soft and light strokes on her face and hair; whenever her mom tried to put her to sleep or whenever her mom braided her hair. She heard her mom's sonorous voice whenever she sat near a fire and it reminded her of the times when she and her sisters would sit around the fire to keep warm, while her mom told them tales of the purple rose pack and sang peaceful and soothing notes.

Now she couldn't hear a thing. She couldn't feel a thing. Her mom's touch and her voice faded as the days went by and it drove her crazy. A void space occupied the greater part of her heart and she felt all the warmth leave her. She lived her life without a reason and in a little time, numbness became her coping mechanism.

She was in her wolf form, during a hunt organised by her pack. Running through the woods and pouncing on any animal that wasn't her kind. Without inhibitions or mercy, she hunted. Until she caught sight of an injured man who was abandoned in the woods to bleed out. Her first instinct