The words of that she-wolf were still echoing in Clara's head as she lay in a ball in the corner. Her body ached, already recovering from the attack she had received earlier. Her memories were fuzzy during the event. She didn't know if it was because of the mixture of emotions, or because of the fear, or because she had lost consciousness several times. That didn't stop him from being disgusted and trembling as if he could break at any moment. His body had been sullied. Although at that point he no longer cared.

Nor had she ever felt good about her gourds. She had never accepted them at any time. She was afraid of them. They... they.

She moved her mouth closer to the plate of food in front of her. She felt like throwing up, but she knew that at least eating wouldn't make her think.

-I wouldn't eat that- she heard the voice of a she-wolf tied close to her, with a small puppy sleeping like a ball between her paws, who like his mother was thin and emaciated, not unlike everyone around hi