Shadowwyn Moor Don't you know it is just the chemicals in our veins that causes pain?

I don’t belong to you.

Yet when his long, cold shadow eclipsed her, his silence spoke the loudest of all.

Shadowpaw shrunk as it dawned upon her that, though her spirit remained no more pliable than stone, her body had been commandeered.

She swallowed a burning lump in her throat.

No, his quiet voice ominously agreed.

Shadowpaw’s stomach dropped and a strong feeling of dread iced her bloodveins.

Now you belong to river walker.

Serendipitous, wasn’t it? A riverwolf for a riverwalker.

Shadowpaw bared her teeth, but the corners of her mouth were downturned as she fought a crying sob.

Move, came the next command. This, too, Shadowpaw refused until forced as she clung to the strands of pride she had left.