99. Like a prey

RAYA'S POV

The howl of the wolf echoed through the night, a haunting and mournful sound that sent shivers down the spine. It started low and gradually grew louder, a mournful lament that seemed to embody the sadness of the wilderness. The sound seems to come from all directions, surrounding us and enveloping us in a sea of noise. It was a powerful, haunting sound. As the howl reached its peak, the sound died away, leaving only the soft whispers of the night in its wake.

I'm lying on the floor, shivering from the cold and the fear. The sound of the howling wolves is getting closer and closer, and my mother's grip on my hand is getting tighter. I can feel her fear, her anxiety, and I can tell that she is trying to hide it from me.

I can't help but cry. I'm scared, I'm lost, and I don't know what is happening. I'm only 11 years old, and I shouldn't have to face this kind of fear. My mother pulls me closer to her, trying to comfort me, but it's not enough. I can hear the howling getting c