Dragging me by my arm, he shoved me forward through the hall I’d tried to run down. I didn’t try to get out of his grip. It would be fruitless. Unlike my Undead captors, this wolf wasn’t going to be easily tricked. I tried to swallow my fear away and only managed to make myself want to cry. For all my gumption, I was still just sixteen years old. Wasn’t it possible I could live a life where that could occasionally mean I didn’t have to go through times like this?