Episode 28

Drizzles thundered into the making of a storm. The clouds grew darker, the trees scattered with the wind till the earth threatened to quake. Zipporah could barely see through the havoc, she tried to crawl away from the growls with her elbows but the wet ground only dug her hole in her struggle. Her ears picked up howls which echoed in the rain, she arched her neck from the gaining wolves to the loud thump she heard.

Thunder and lightening resounded with her scream when she saw her wolf crushed on the soiled ground by three bloody canines. Overpowered and severely injured, he kept fighting off every slash and bite. She felt pain worst that the pang in her bones when she couldn’t help him. Her tears mimicked the rain, it flowed with no restrain and soaked the ground. She was tired of crying, it helped no one. She wiped her face and dragged a stick closest to her. With no plan except a desire to survive she slashed at the wolves, they barked at the weapon she held. But her stand couldn’