Trap

A different wave of fear hit Skyla from within when she was crammed into the ambulance along with the lycans. Never had Skyla seen a lycan all her life in the Red Moon Pack. Their towering figures draped into the black clothes were scaring the hell out of Skyla. Her breathing went unsteady on being exposed to their intimidating aura.

Her heart sank when she was called a sl*t by the chief. Though the chief wasn't present in the ambulance, that humiliating term hit her an endless number of times as the disgusting gazes of the fellow lycans sitting across her in the ambulance fell on her. Her body shrunk and so did her self-esteem. Her self-esteem quaked and she was almost teary but that was when her hand felt a cold squeeze.

She glanced down at the injured lycan she had been striving to save. The way he tightened the clasp and held it onto his chest was heartwarming. It made her feel secure. She incessantly focused her mind in the prayer to the Moon Goddess. "Please Goddess! Save him!