#Chapter 93: Help From the Other Side

Ruby I feel like a prisoner in my own body. Is this how Vivian felt? Alone, helpless, and weak? No matter how hard I look for my wolf, she’s not there. It’s as though she never existed. Without her, I feel even weaker than I did before she emerged. The Bears will kill me and I won’t be able to stand a chance, not without my wolf. I want to kick and scream and claw and bite when the Bear rips me out of Atwood’s arms, but I can’t. My limbs feel like rope, as though all of the muscles have fallen limp and useless. I know what the Bear is going to do to me. I can see the glint of the blade in his hand, the droplets of red on the tip where he cut his finger. The snow falls on the blood, turning it from a bright red to a muddy pink color. He’s going to drive the blade into my heart. The pink blood drips on my chin as he holds the knife above me. “No!” Atwood’s screams echo through the blizzard like the distant howling of the wind. He’s