gh the forest, making my hackles raise in alarm. The men were probably having another one of their 'buzz parties', as they called them. They have a huge bonfire in the middle of nowhere and get horri

less, you'd be lucky if you survived. I've seen it happen once before. They reeke

ng my snout burn.They started lighting the trees on fire. One man approached the small copper wolf and dumped a ring of gasoline around her and lit the grou

on his face and a deep, long scar running from his forehead to his neck. I snarled as he tried to approach me. He grinned, his eye sparkled like a wild animal are the

to ashes and charcoal. It approached me at a rapid rate. I could feel the burning heat, a drastic change from the cold. The tree was groaning against my constant pulling and was become weak, being consumed and destroyed by the flames. The old oak finally gave out with a loud 'SNAP' and I ran. I ran and I ran hard. My vision was still burry but I had to keep running. I knew that if they found me, I'd be dead. I could hear the other whimpering and whining in pain, calling ou