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Chapter 17

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As the attack came from behind, my wolf instincts kicked in before I could even register what was happening. Dodging quickly, I turned to see a figure in the midst of the fog. He stood there, eyes fixed on us, and his red gaze full of anger and betrayal.

I felt annoyed by his anger - how dare he be upset with us for running away? After all, we had been the ones captured and tortured by him every day. It was only natural for us to want to escape.

As I looked at him, I couldn't help but wonder who he thought he was, believing he had the right to be angry with us.

Did he think we would succumb to his torture and die, or did he envision us serving his wolves? The darkness made it difficult to see him clearly, and the exhaustion from running for hours had left my vision hazy. I tried to focus my eyes on him, but his figure remained shrouded in shadows. Despite the uncertainty, I knew one thing for sure - we had to find a way out of here before it was too late.

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