#Chapter 79 – Useful

Alyson I don't know if this large, bulging man with a wolf dark as night thought this would be an easy experience for him, but I don't dare let him get off without a fight. He is already sick of me, binding my wrists and ankles in heavy metal chains. I consider shifting, breaking out of them and bolting back toward my pack, but I'm far too outnumbered to consider such a plan. Instead I drag my feet, trying to slow down this march as we go deeper into the thick woods. I plan myself into the ground, unmoving like a metal structure welded to the ground, and some frustrated warrior that smells like a filthy, roaming rogue yanks me forward and tries to drag me to walk again. I fight them all with every step, eventually plopping down onto the ground to force an exasperated gruff of a noise to travel through the odd group. "Get up!" one of the warriors snap, kicking my shoulder to incite me to stand but I refuse. "Dammit, girl, get up!" I force myself to remain