#Chapter80

Raven On Her Journey

The man or the wolf she just pushed away, grabbed her injured arm and hauled her up. Her weak legs dangled with no strength to keep herself up. She winced in pain and tried to yank her arm off. She could have succeeded had the red eyed man not grabbed her by the other arm and the man with blue eyes not pulled her head back by grabbing a handful of her hair. She let out a snarl. Not a painful one but one filled with a promise to kill them all, if she got a chance.

The werewolf whose back was still facing us,...