Sher woke up in total darkness. This was even worse than a cave at night. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face. There were loud sounds coming from outside her...cage? Sher was in some sort of metal box with bars. She had only ever seen this with poachers. Was she going to be killed? The loud noise was going away and being replaced with the sound of that man. The one who took her away from her home. Sher remembered her ankle and tried to move it. It felt like there was swelling and it was still hurt. There was a light, a path that the sounds were coming from. And she felt woozy again.
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Wild blood
Teen FictionBook one in the Wild series (Undergoing editing when I feel like it) " Don't be afraid we've come to help you." "Grr" She attacks tearing at the mans clothing. Tara McCatherine grew up wild a...
