Shadow Mountain Grand prize winner

Zula swallowed. No. Blood doesn't bother me she answered Kelina, and she sounded more confident than she thought she would. Hopefully, Kelina would accept her in her pack, and that would mean that she wouldn't die today.

Fear had kept her compliant. Also, the way Nikan seemed to softer around her intrigued her. It was barely noticeable, but she noticed. Zula didn't believe that he was inherently evil. She refused to. Something must have happened to him to make him like this, she thought. These factors seemed to stop her from doing a one-eighty and flee as far as her legs could take her.

It was only now, when tension had partially slipped from her body, that she saw the irony of her situation. Zula had ran from her old pack when she realized that she was just a pawn in their malicious game of power and murder. And now, it was happening again. And that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that she didn't want to run this time.