there’s a howl and someone sobs.

rustling is heard and baekhee jumps out of the bushes, thorns prickling on her skin, but she doesn’t mind. her foot connects to the ground with one swift motion - and she runs, toes barely touching the ground, welts forming on her bare soles.

there’s desperation clinging on her heart, pounding with such intensity that should never be felt by wolves.

and baekhee yelps, collapsing before hoisted up to the air, suspended by a trap that misses her vision.

“no,” she sobs, hair tangling in , attempts to struggle and thrashing and screaming gone futile. “please, please, please, i’m all that he has. please, please, please, he doesn’t deserve - “

a whack on the back of her neck lets baekhee’s words die inside her own throat.