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CLAIRE’S POV

My father dragged me out of the cave and I turned back to look at the man who fell to the ground as the pain of his injuries overwhelmed him and made him weak.

I swallowed the sob that threatened to leave me when I saw the bodies of some wolves that my father's men had killed. I hated my father now more than ever but knew that I'd have to stay with him if I wanted to make sure that the man and the other wolves were safe. I looked up at my father, not failing to see the sneer he had on his face, his features contorted with disgust and anger.

He glanced down at me then, his face darkening with unbridled rage. We'd be walking for a while now, out of sight from the cave, when he suddenly thrust me into the arms of one of his men. Strong hands gripped my arms tight and pulled me roughly along them. The walk from the cave back to our home was long and tiring and my arm got sprained along the way because the man, Rufus, kept squeezing my hand and jerking me around, walking fast