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(Song: You Broke Me First by Out Last Night) The night air is unusually cold and the damp ground seems to penetrate my bare feet. The woods I find myself in block out most of the moonlight, but it doesn’t take much to know where I am. Stumbling around, flinching at the rocks and broken branches that jab at the soles of my feet, I try to navigate my way out.

All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus When I crack that whip everybody gon' trip just like a circus Don't stand there watching me, follow me, show me what you can do Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor just like a circus. After I get done singing Julius walks up to me wrapping his arms around me and staying you have a beautiful voice baby making me blush. Excusing myself because I have to use the bathroom. I go on a search for it finally finding the bathroom and see that there's a lime of course ugh I have to pee. Someone ends up bumping into me, and I see it's some random guy.

“I want my daddy. I want my mummy. Why are you doing this? Daddy will find you.” I did not answer. Their nags were seriously annoying me but I was still trying to keep my cool. The ground had become uneven, roots were up like traps beneath the ground. The children stumbled again and again. Their slippers were ruined now, fabric torn open, and their soles were barely holding. Blood stained their socks. Every step made them cry harder. I felt their pain. “My feet,” the girl sobbed. “It hurts. I cannot walk. I’ll tell my daddy. You are a very bad man.”

The light, like hot breath that had a soft blue glow to it. After a few more minutes of walking I lose the light they had been providing. I continue to try and walk forward and trip over something. “ Fuck!” My hands come forward to shield my face from hitting the moist dirt in front of me, my long brunette hair cascading in front of my eyes. My hand met the ground as the mud seeps between my fingers. “ Gross” I say as I tried to lift myself up, remembering these boots were new and I was now pissed.

I say, knowing I want to ask more about Valentine, but now is not the time. I wipe my sweaty hands on the tight pants that are sticking to my skin and walk to the door. My boots are clean and I refuse to wear anything else. Those boots were Mike's. He made them himself, and I need to feel some of his strength with what lies ahead. I wonder what he would think of me at that moment.

Then I jumped head first behind a bush and crouched there, against a tree. My boots! I’d left them on the bank, in plain sight. I brushed the bush away quietly and reached out. I could hardly touch them, but not grab them. I reached a little further, and I had almost grabbed one when the wolf trotted out from under the trees with an elegant, confident gait despite its huge size, its fur jet black in the closing night. The boot slipped through my fingers and fell the right way to push the other one into the water before following it down. Darn!

Jasper lifted his palm once and we sank into the soft patience of ferns. “Boots,” he said. I saw them a breath later. Not ours. Too narrow, too deep in the heel. The kind of print you get from a shoe made by a man who has never had to think about how a shoe is made. The step paused at the exact place where a person who was not from here might say, What a beautiful view, and then moved on like it had been pulled by a string. “Gawkers,” Lyra said, satisfied. “They bring binoculars and sandwiches and the exact amount of guilt they can live with.”

" I reached behind and took out a tranquilizer a dart! "What?" My people were falling like stones all around me, their eyes rolling back and their knees collapsing. "No," I muttered. "Not right now. Not once again. The jungle whirled as another dart struck my leg, blurring my vision. My wolf felt as though she was moving through muck as I staggered backward and attempted to transform. "Go." I told myself. "Run, Mira, run." However, my knees struck the floor. Boots emerged in front of me heavyily and stealthily and too disciplined to belong to Evergreen wolves and too dark to belong anyplace except dreams.

Just like the day she first came here, when my mother was dying. My mother's voice whispered through the fog in my mind. Little star. My brave little star. Tears ran over my frozen skin, scorching and sharp, making me tremble. No, Mom. I was not brave. I had never been brave. No one would protect me like you once did. No one was coming. Boots appeared in my fading vision. Black leather, expensive. Military style with silver buckles. I stared at them dully, too cold to look up, too tired to care who they belonged to.

She lets out a nasty, quiet hiss. My boots reach the second floor all alone. It is completely quiet up here, and all the loud hockey music and chatter from the shop opening are blocked behind the heavy wood. Seemingly, every ounce of pack strength leaves my joints all at once, and my knees collapse straight onto the hard floorboards.