Harley and Ryan
The screaming had stopped, Harley let her hands slide to her thighs. She stared at the other cage. Ryan was out cold. He was supposed to be awake by now, but the sedative hadn’t worn off. She crawled to the bars of her cage and tried to reach for him, but he was on the furthest side of the cage.
"Ryan,” she called out his name, but he didn’t wake up. Harley looked around the large room filled with cages. The other wolves sat in balls looking defeated, and some were on the verge of death. The smell of blood lingered in the air. She swallowed as fear bubbled deep inside her. But her wolf shoved it away so that she wouldn’t feel it. Her wolf didn’t tolerate weakness, any form of weakness she shoved away and remained strong. She could feel her prowling inside her, waiting fo
