Vasperia knew she was being dragged somewhere but she didn't know where. Every step felt like she was near to her death, her thumping poor heart was beating so rapidly as hot tears spunk down her face getting prepared for the hell that awaited her.

She was glad she was able to pass and reach outside the gates of Red Stone Pack to avoid the unnecessary yellings and rants from the pack members who cursed and threw stones at her at different intervals.

She's already a mess so she stopped crying and bracing up the worst, thinking of ways to be able to receive the excruciating pain of death easily....