Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2018 19:16:33 GMT
February 17
As soon as Shanty had let her go, Angel ran. She ran until she came to the edge of the castle wall. She clambered up the steep slope to the top and curled up in a tiny yellow ball, weeping with great agonizing sobs that came from deep inside her. She hated Clopin. She hated Dobson. She hated Buster. She even hated Shanty and Jenn. The Rogues were heartless, she decided. The whole lot of them could go to the devil.
Fast forward a month later, Angel's anger had evaporated, leaving behind a residue of bitterness and resolve. Hating them would not do her any good. All she knew was that she could not stay with the Rogues after what they did to Tramp. And judging by how they acted around her, they thought so too. One leer from Buster said plenty. Even Bob avoided her.
Angel had been walking all night, and her paw pads stung, but just seeing the woods up close had renewed her vigor. She could already feel the grass beneath her feet. Just a little further...
But if she were seen...Fear rose in Angel's throat like bile. If someone caught her now, she could say she was just going for a walk and suffer no worse than a scolding. But if they caught her in the woods, they would do more than scold her. I could still turn back, she thought.
Several dead leaves crunched behind her. Angel sprang forward.