Breaking Point

This is a sequel to Senses Shut. If you have NOT read it. Please do. Otherwise nothing will make sense. Thank you!

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Her arm darted from the dirt. Her fingers limp and monsterous. Dirt crusting her wounds. Talons red from her own blood. Buried alive.

Out for revenge

Part 1
Cinnamon had dirt stopping the bleeding. Her teeth bare red. Her fur stained red. She looked towards the volcano and took off. Her wings looked as if they were for show. Since they were feathered and hovered above the wolf. They never looked like they flapped. She flew. Shaking the dust off. Revealing a muscled wolf. Cinnamon narrowed her eyes.