23 - What Are The Odds

*This is part two: Alice’s story*

~Four Days Ago~

~Alice’s Point of View~

“You’re lucky as hell we got to you first. If the Cove freaks got ya, you fine females would be slaves,” I heard, making my skin crawl.

“Eyes forward,” someone else shouted.

I gulped and kept walking, trying to keep it together. We’d been walking on and off for nearly a day with no food or water. My feet and legs were cut, my wolf was too tired to properly help heal me. The silver cuffs on my wrists and ankles weren’t helping either.

The Cove would make us a slaves huh? Worse than this?

Cold wind whipped at my bare skin, making me wince and another female cried out loud.

“Shh,” another said, trying to get her to shut up.

You can’t show weakness. That much I knew, and right now I didn’t know a whole lot.

About half a mile up I saw a gate, manned with at least four males. I gulped, thinking they were going to take us, claim us. This has to be our final destination.

Venom.

I’d much rather take my chance