Fated Sin
We let out an ear piercing howl, the one that spoke of heartbreak, a cry that all wolves would recognize.
My sleek black wolf darted away, racing toward the silver gates we had come through, we needed escape, needed freedom and trees. My claws dug into the streets, leaving marks, but I paid no mind. Nya was almost completely in control, I saw the gate, but it was closed and in an unspoken agreement, we didn’t slow our pace, I slammed into it full force, the silver instantly burning my fur. A yelp of pain escaped me, but I backed up and ran at it again, the gate rattling, more of my fur singed, howls of rage and pain escaping me. Again, the heavy silver gate hit my body, this time burning my
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