From Omega to Sigma
A Litnet Short Story by Tung Lynn Li
Footsteps. They know I'm here.
I ran and I ran. I don't know where I'm going, I just know I need to get away.
CRACK! Ouch! Stupid twig! They have to be in the places and moments you don't want them to be. And- argh! Bloody branch of bushes. I can stand wounds from the nips and bites and scratches and slashes from my pack members (it's a wolf's life), but half-dried leaves, cobwebs, and other bush stuff in my glossy white coat? How unsophisticated!
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