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Why does it hurt to see this wolf in this miserable state?
“Why are you in chains?”
The wolf’s head is on its paws. It blinks slowly, looking at me. Its eyes look defeated, and my own swarm with tears. Why do I feel so desperate and heartbroken? I don’t even know who this wolf is.
“Tell me how to help you.”
It just watches me, as if it doesn’t have the strength even to make a sound.
I pull at the bars, but they don’t budge. I see gashes on the wolf’s hind legs, as if somebody has sliced the muscles to prevent it from moving. I notice the rotting smell of feces filling this place. The wolf is lying in its own filth.
“Who are the monsters keeping you here?!” My voice is growing more hysterical by the second. I have to get it out of here. I have to help it!
But there is nothing I can do. I feel so utterly powerless right now.
“At least tell me your name! Can you shift into your human form?”
Nothing happens. I can see the pain in its eyes, but when it looks at me, I can also see love. I fall to my knees and start trying to dig into the cement floor.
“I’ll get you out of here!” I slam my claws against the cement. “I will!”
Some of it cracks, but I barely make a dent in the floor.
The wolf closes its eyes. I know somehow that it is going back to sleep.
“No!” I shout, slamming my hands against the bars. “Tell me who you are!”
Once again, I hear the sound of footsteps down the hallway. I turn my head.
My eyes fly open, and I’m back in bed. My mind is racing as I stare at the ceiling.
My eyes are wet, my heart is pounding desperately, and my wolf is howling inside my head, miserable. I curl onto my side, sobs racking my body. I don’t know why I am crying. But my heart feels shattered. Beyond repair.
Who is that wolf? Why is it coming into my dreams?
And where is it?
Chapter 22
Sophia Hope
The first thing I do when I drag myself out of bed is stop by the boxing gym.
Mostly humans take advantage of the gym. Shifters prefer to exercise by running in their animal form.
Mathew is in his office, and when I knock on the door, he looks up, annoyance in his eyes upon seeing me.
“I told you to come by yesterday.”
It’s very rare for him to be in a nasty temper with me. “I was in bad shape. You saw me.”
He watches me for a moment before sighing. “Sit down. How are you feeling now?”
I take a seat across from him. “That woman in the ring. Did you know she was a shifter?”
“How was I supposed to know?” Mathew stares at me. “I did get the feeling that there was something off about her when she beat you to a pulp. If I hadn’t called the match, she would’ve killed you.”
“You cannot put me in the cage with her again,” I tell him seriously. “I can’t go up against a shifter. I will never win.”