chapter 27

I sat by the chopped logs in the woods near the two silver poles, holding on to my bleeding arm.

The ground was a bit warm under my legs and a few rays of sun were peeking through the tall trees, creating a beautiful art of nature.

The place was truly breath taking. I roamed my eyes around the woods, looking at the small and tall trees, admiring the various colors of the leaves.

I let out as sigh as I let go of my bleeding arm. I looked down at my hand and the sight of blood made me sick.

That was scary. I could never know what could tick Raphael off.

I ask for mercy and he's triggered. I do something good by cleaning the dust off of the beautiful picture frame and he's triggered. I do the job I was asked to do by trying to clean the blue nursery and he's triggered.

That makes survival ten times harder that it needs to be.

After I'd ran out of his office, I'd rushed out of the main pack house through the back door and made my way to the woods by the two silver poles.

I knew I didn'