53. A Luna for a few days

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Vasperia fled from the house and didn't turn back despite the guilt burning down her throat. She thought could act as if everything was okay and go back to the dungeon once she was done relaxing but that thought alone of going back to see Spyke's ugly face and a pissed Regan might kill her faster before she could be killed by them. The trauma she passed and endured these few days was agonizing and she didn't mind if she got herself Into another pot of fire by fleeing but she was ready to take the risk to get the hell out of the pack.

She ran through the dark rushing like a blur and clutching the pack of food in her arms like a life support.

The dry leaves and tiny sticks cackled under her toes with every heavy step, she ran and muttered words of prayer and thanked the moon goddess for being a wolf at that moment or she would have been scented out when she passed a group of guards, taking and chatting away.

In no time, she left the border of the Pack and settled at the pinnacle of