FATED TO THE WOLF GOD
Or will he abandon me for my actions?
As the heavy footsteps approached, dread coiled in the pit of my stomach. Alan's presence loomed over me like a suffocating shadow, his cold gaze piercing through the bars of my cage.
"Well, well, well," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Look who decided to grace us with her presence. Did you enjoy your little nap, my dear?"
I clenched my fists, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear. "What do you want, Alan?" I spat, my voice laced with defiance.
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