Charlotte Moore's POVMy wolf's voice whispered encouragement in my mind, urging me not to give up. As the full moon rose higher in the sky, a glimmer of hope stirred within me. I clung to the thought that someone was searching for me, that I wasn't entirely alone in this nightmare.The fire crackled beneath me, its heat intensifying. I closed my eyes, feeling the flames licking at my skin. Just when the pain became unbearable, in the distance, a figure was rushing towards me. I recognized her – my mother. She was coming to save me!She pushed a handcart filled with buckets of water. Lifting the buckets, she doused the flames, extinguishing the growing fire. After setting the bucket down, she stepped onto the smoking pile of wood, disregarding the searing pain in her feet. With one powerful strike, she severed the iron chains that bound me. I fell into her embrace. She held me tightly and carried me out of the blazing woodpile."My poor child, run away now," she cried, handing me a po
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