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reeder level I'd be, but no. That was nothing compared to this. Sweat descended slowly down the back of my neck, damp th

is smiled curled into a knowing grin. I licked my bottom lip b

icking his gun between both hands as if he was playing

utor face-to-face. You should be comforted knowing that I will be the one to pull the trigger if you're

t associate

hat luxury when y

bored and finally put me out of my misery. Chances were I wasn't a purebred wolf–all the signs were there. And because of that, I have to live the next three days in unspeakable fear and anticipation that anchore

op until I arrived in my room. I slammed and locked the door behind me–locking

cost or escape Eden. Escaping would prove difficult. The exits to Eden always changed and I wouldn't be prepared for the outside world. The best opportunity

age and haven from Eden, then it was my fate to live, but if I was caught, then it was her will that I died. As l

*

oud of me. The white bonnets disgusted me, reminding me of the baby bonnets they put on children when they were born. It was unsettling. The Supervisors assured us

innings, then what do their black bonnets and dre

to assuage our growing fear. We were lambs being sent to slaughter. We were cursed to symbolically die

our breeder sequence. I closed my eyes and shook my head as I ventured to the back of the line. The girls in Breeder Group A were giggling like school girls, spinning around and watching the long white skirt twirl around them. They

ing attention to themselves. They were more grounded than all of us. They had accepted their fate, and knew they had to make the best of th

ll be making a pit stop. There will be no dilly-dallying. Supervisor Sarah, please supervise the

led, taking a spot beside me. She gave me a knowing look. Instead of

le darlings. A lad