Avery refused to move. She knelt on the ground, silently crying on the ground. She had enough. The t*****e she had withstood over the years. But knowing her brother was still there, alive and healthy, helped her cope with the pain and struggle which she suffered from every day. Now she lost everything. She had nothing to push her forward. Avery was painfully aware she wouldn’t be able to kill Dagon or anyone from the pack with her own hands and outside of his territory, she knew no one. She had only limited knowledge of the outside world. Her skills for surviving alone in the wilderness were zero. Since she failed to shift, she skipped every single training session which would help her out there.
The needle in her back slowly pinched the bottle as she began filling with the d**g. Despite
