MasukAnd with that, a panic spread through the group of five around her. They were smug and laughing at her just a second ago, and now they were silently looking around for the source of the danger. They knew it was not a random beast.The wolf in their chests was the source of their power. In the werewolf world, they had a hierarchy. Climbing upwards from an Omega to a pack member, to beta, and the highest of them all, their ruler- An Alpha.
The thunder of the pouring sky rumbled under the wet, muddy grounds, and shook the legs of the girl dashing through the woods. Cuts were covering her body, some were from the branches that blocked her way, while some were the old wounds that never even got the chance to heal.Her legs hurt along with the rest of her body but she could not dare to stop. There was a deep gash, showing the assault of three claws covering the side of her waist, making the ripped, bloody cloth of her dirty, brown dress hang poorly, showing her underwear that she desperately tried to hide by clutching it at the side with her thin, delica