His Runt |✔️|

The chill of early winter bit through Aurora's thin fur as she curled tighter into the hollow of an ancient tree stump, deep within the forbidden woods. Her back right paw throbbed, a grim souvenir from the pack's latest 'hunt'—Alec's favorite pastime.
She licked the wound, the coppery taste of blood mixing with the damp earth. It was getting dark, the shadows lengthening like grasping fingers around her. A shiver, not entirely from the cold, ran down her spine. They were out there, waiting. But staying meant a worse fate.
A mournful howl, sharp and commanding, ripped through the silence, jolting her awake. Alpha Darren. She scrambled, her injured paw protesting, back towards the pack house, the faint glow of its distant lights a beacon of inevitable dread.
