CHAPTER 31: WOULD YOU LOVE TO COME IN?

Amandla groaned as her leg hit another stone; she let out a cry of pain. She wasn't familiar with the life outside the pack, where she was alone, left to fend for herself without anyone there. It's currently dark, and yet she hasn't eaten anything; all the fruits she saw on her way are either unripe or too high to pluck. And to top it all, she had to constantly look behind her before a feral rogue saw her as a meal and attacked her. She's technically a rogue, too, but a feral rogue doesn't recognize anyone or anything, not even their family; they're practically crazy. Her stomach grumbled for the umpteenth time today, reminding her that she hadn't fed it anything else other than the water she took from a stream in the morning. She has been away from the pack for two days, but it feels like an eternity. Each time she faced some difficulty or remembered what put her in the situation, she hated Shirley even more. Drakon wouldn't have sent her away if it hadn't been for her; she woul