A Pack's Acceptance

ZORAN

The freezing rain pounded against my broad shoulders, driving icy needles through my soaked jacket, but I could not feel the cold. I could only feel the jagged panic clawing its way up my throat. I had never felt more terrified in my existence than the exact moment I spotted her through the heavy downpour. She lay motionless in the mud of the abandoned graveyard. Her fragile body was curled