*MELENA*

Having fallen too hard, I curled up in pain, holding my stomach.

As soon as I no longer felt the pain, I began to look around the room to see that it was the basement.

I saw a stair that leads to a door. I pulled myself up the stairs with the help of the steps, praying that the door was open.

I gave the door a hard push with the little strength I had.

“Bang!” It made a loud sound, hitting the wall. I almost pissed myself, so frightened that I felt the beat of my heart within my head.

What if someone is here, and my wolf senses are too weak to pick it up? I was worried.

I decided to turn back, but there was no point in doing so.

How will I go through the window again?

I was now in my weakest form, and it would be impossible to do so.

I tried to crawl as quickly as I could to get something quick to eat.

I sniffed to seek the main area I wanted to find. The kitchen.

It was not too far from me.

Finally, I was now in the kitchen, but there was one problem. I had to stand to reach the food.

I was indeed the unluckiest wolf. It seems I was made to suffer.

“I really do hate my life,” I cursed.

My heart started to beat rapidly, thinking of being caught by the owner.

What if he’s a man? I cried, questioning myself. If he is, I am certain he would not let me out of here once he sees me.

I notice the handle of a low Coburg. I reach out for it, grabbing onto it.

I then pull myself from the tiled floor, using my foot to support me. I was now standing, as I held on tightly to the kitchen counter.

On the kitchen counter, I saw some unfinished food. Fry chicken and bread. It seems as if the person didn’t want any more and left it.

I took hold of it and started to devour it quickly. As I hate, my eyes became flooded by hot tears.

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