BIANCA WHITMOREEven with the thick canvas rags gagging my mouth, my stubborn pride refuses to yield to the shadow enforcers. In a desperate, wild bid to fight back against the capture, my shoulder joints slam hard into the ribs of the silent operative anchoring the left seat. This stupid movement provokes an immediate, brutal response as his heavy palm swings around to deliver a cruel, bone-cracking slap straight across my face.The sheer force of the blow clears the lingering fog of concussion dizziness from my brain, forcing the stark, terrifying reality of my plight to become crystal clear. My mind had initially orchestrated this exact kidnapping fate to trap Chika, but now it appears my own flesh is going to suffer the exact same execution. Will my wolf also be sold into the dark underground slave rings? This horrific realization plunges my entire spirit into a deep, bottomless despair, and I break down into a flood of pathetic tears.Chika, on the other hand, is absolutely seeth
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