Freda’s P.O.VThe air felt husky, and my throat was as dry as a dessert. I’ve never gone this far without water, so it was a very strange feeling. Yet, I widened my eyes, and I held my knife the way Craig had taught me, while my gaze slowly moved to those that had suddenly surrounded us. They were five this time, and I had a feeling it would be difficult for Craig to beat this group all alone. I might have only learnt about swinging my knife, but I would rather die than watch him fight alone. One of the wolf, who was slightly dressed up than the others, stood upright – the others maintained a fighting stance – and addressed us.His gaze moved slowly from Craig to me, but this time not in lust, but something like curiosity. His gaze stopped at Craig as he questioned, “Who are you?”Craig, ever the guarded guy, frowned at his question, “I could ask you the same.”The guy chuckled, “You’re on my territory. And no one passes through here without answering to me.”I looked around. There
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