Chapter 139
A good Samaritan with no brains or sense of danger. Too bad, but good for Marissa. She hadn’t been particularly looking forward to a long trek in her condition. Not to mention a white wolf would certainly be noticeable in the pitch dark. She didn’t exactly blend in with her surroundings.
“Shit,” the driver cursed, glancing out the windscreen before reluctantly getting out and starting to head to the front, concerned she had injured the animal and uncertain what to do if she did.
Maybe she could contact some sort of rescue? But who in their right mind would take a wolf in? She doubted she could simply take it to a vet. Not to mention the animal might hurt her in their distress. It wasn’t wise to get too close to wolves, but she was soft-hearted and couldn’t bear to think of an animal being in pain because of her reckless actions.
It would be her undoing. She should have listened to her gut instincts and remained in the car.
Marissa smirked. She feigned injury. The driver knelt, her hand trembling. She was young. Couldn’t be older than twenty and for a moment, Marissa felt a momentarily pang of regret that she instantly dismissed. It couldn’t be helped. The young girl was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She cocked her head up, startling the girl who tried to back away. She was too late. Marissa clamped her jaws down on her arm and tackled the girl to the ground as she screamed. She headbutted the girl, rendering her unconscious, deciding to be merciful for once. Somebody that young and innocent didn’t deserve to die for her compassionate nature. It was the first time in a long time that Marissa had felt anything for another human being. Strange. Maybe she was starting to lose it?

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