Chapter 33

SARAH

Blood pours down my neck. Through my blonde fur, turning it red.

I tear the flesh of the dead rogue off its corpse and swallow it. It feels so good since we haven't eaten in two days.

I look around the open field. The graveyard of rogue pack two, is covered in blood, mud and filth. I watch as my pack fights over the flesh of the dead.

The forty rogues will sustain us as we move on the next pack.

I bark and my blood covered pack members raise their heads. I motion to get out of here. I bark to the trackers. They get a heading and run with my pack right on their tails.

We run well into the night. During a rest stop, we find a small pond and clean ourselves up.

I'm in the pond, washing away the blood from my chin and chest. Pouring water over my head and running my hands down my hair.

I'm lost in a feeling of confusion and anxiousness. My wolf is wafting a sense of wild, almost beast like, emotions. I feel primal.

I feel my animal instincts stronger now. The creature inside fightin