It was no use, Mae thought, as she cradled her bloody hand to her chest. She’d beat the door until blood streamed down her arm. She wiped the tears that were still flowing down her cheeks. She opened her mouth to call for help again. But her throat was starting to become hoarse from shouting. She walked down the stairs and stopped at the bottom. She looked around her. There was nowhere to sit in the cave, except on the floor and she was tired from trying to move the boulder that shut her in.
She sat on the cold floor, moaning from the pain in her arm. She shouldn’t have bothered to try to open the door, because she only managed to hurt herself. She stared down at her hurt arm, feeling stupid as blood continued to flow.
Changing into her wolf would heal her, Mae thought. But she didn’t
