It was just a peek

Shaking with the adrenaline of standing up to an attacker, she cringed when Sitka bared his fangs at them. But then the wolf was gone, now that there was a fighter willing to take him on, he didn’t seem happy about sticking around. She watched him leave, and then lowered her head and tail, turning her attention back to her Mistress. “My Lady, I- I am so sorry, forgive me” she whispered.

She should never have left the pack, and she had failed the girl. She belonged to Briar, not to that rough and cruel stranger. She had failed to defend herself as Briar had asked of her. The cherry on top was the flowers she had picked. Smashed across the ground, dropped from her maw and trampled into the ground. The scent of sex and blood lingering over them.

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