Conrad's POV:
"Conrad, stand up, we're no match for that guy, but if we can escape ......"
Carl's anxious voice came from inside of me, his voice kept stimulating my nerves and gradually clearing my head a little.
"What about Otis if I run away, and my pride won't allow me to."
I struggled to move my paws and I used all my strength to support my body allowing me to shake and stand up from inside the yellow sand.
The damage to my insides and bones caused my vision to blur a little, and the intense, horrible pain was thrashing my soul every moment, but I was just getting my footing on the yellow sand when Kazan's huge body stepped in front of me again.
"Lowly wolves are not allowed to stand in my presence, lie down!"
The cold voice that accompanied it was accompanied by the huge paws
