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"My handsome wolf" she whispered, caressing my face with her hand, causing me to pull back, wondering what she was talking about. How did she know? I blinked and all of a sudden claw marks appeared across the side of her face and chest. I blinked again and those marks started to drip blood, causing me to push her off of me. She let out a cry in pain, making me realize that when I pushed her, my claws were out. She grasped at her stomach and held it as blood seeped through her shirt and soaked the blanket that was under her. I quickly scrambled out of bed, grabbed a towel and pressing it against the gushing wound, attempting to stop the bleeding. The bleeding only got worse, seeping through the towel and drowning my hands and thighs in red.
"Why?" she cried weakly, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"You told me you wouldn't hurt me, Yuma" she cried, crumpling lifeless into my arms. I felt absolutely helpless, confused, and in a panic. All the air in my lungs escaped me and I felt like I was being strangled.
*Authors Note*
1. I mean absolutely no disrespect to anyone or any culture. At the beginning, I speak as though I am describing Native American tribes, but please give me a chance and trust the process. This story, the tribes and the cultures are completely fictional.
2. I own NO copyrights to the cover art or any photos included in the story.
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