Chapter 16: Chosen One.

ITHRA I could count the ribs on my stomach.  That's about how much I lost weight since my sentence one week ago.  “Keep moving, witch!” A guard said from behind me, harshly poking me with a stick, “we don't have all day.” What he meant to say was that he didn't have all day. Because I clearly wasn't in a hurry to return to that godforsaken farm. I moved my feet faster, ready to return to the farmland I had been working for the past one week.  Every day since the last time Zadok visited me, I was escorted by a wolf guard to the pack farm where I laboured all day, picking out weeds in the hot sun. For a pack that eats a lot of meat, I wondered why they had a farm. And a very big one at that. Everyday, people came from the kitchen to pick out their produce for the day, not forgetting to send me a nasty snarl every single time.  When we got to the farm, the guard left me to the hands of another, who immediately urged me to begin my duty, while keeping an eye on me.  I proceeded to my job,