Chapter Twelve: Mate

Violet was struck by a foreboding feeling of her imminent death, which sent her scurrying backwards as far away from the wolf as possible. She took another pained glance at what remained of Nick, then broke into tears.

The horrific sight of Nick's mutilated body was engraved in her mind, and now, whether she liked it or not, she was going to die the same way Nick did. Probably even worse.

Violet whimpered as the wolf prawled towards her with slow and decisive steps. It wasn't in any hurry as it was confident that Violet had nowhere to run. Its golden eyes locked on her crying form, watching her every move and growling on intervals. The terror Violet felt did well to feed the wolf's ego.

Violet on the other hand brought her knees to her chest and covered her ears with her hands in an attempt to drown away those savage growls. She knew entering this forest was a bad thing, but now, it was by far the worst mistake of her life.

"Just go away! Leave me alone!" Violet