Summary of Chapter 67 – A pivotal chapter in The Last White Wolf by Sora
The chapter Chapter 67 is one of the most intense moments in The Last White Wolf, written by Sora. With signature elements of the Internet genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.
I curiously stared at the dead wolf, both scared at looking at it, wanting to turn away and the fact that I wanted to analyze this death of the unknown wolf. What was this? Why was so many deaths happening around me? What's with this violence? Was I just a magnet for this crap?
I flinched as Levi came forward, his dirty hand laid out in front of me for me to take it. I glanced passed his hand, my eyes landing on him. His clear blues went soft as dirt was smudged all over his face, body, and tangled into his long red hair making it look brown.I quickly took his hand, which was really stupid since my hand was now dirty because of this.
"Are you okay? I didn't mean to push you that hard, sorry."
I pulled my hand away from him that he didn't seemed to notice he continued to held. I nodded wiping my hands on the cloths and dusting myself off.
I hadn't noticed there was a crowd of members, I hadn't even heard them. They were arguing, cheering , and breaking out into fights as well. How did I not...- Levi dragged me away, his hands wrapped tightly around my fore pulling away. At this point I didn't even care. As long as Milo wasn't around me then I was okay... for now that is. Walking into a tent, the scent of blood staining fresh meat hit me hard. I probably stopped moving that's why Levi pulled me harder over to the stash.
"Get what ever you want." He commanded and I nodded.
Just looking at the tenderized meat my mouth instantly grew watery. I could just taste it with out even placing anything to my tongue. The meat was glossy with juice and I knew then that I was going to grab more than my share.
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Levi chuckled as he showed me back to the tent and I followed behind slowly as I was to fat to even walk. It felt like I tried to drink all 7 seas and still go after more. "Was it good?" I was going to answer but a burp escaped from me stating how I felt about the food. "Ha, that's good."
He smiled causing me to smile back. This was just creepy. Why was I getting along with my kidnapper? I don't know but since Levi promised to make sure no harm was done to me, I felt a bit safer than before.
"Can you hurry up next time?" Milo hissed as we entered the tent. Levi rolled his eyes as I scooted behind him a bit scared. I forgotten about Milo...
"I told you we would go at night fall."
"What? I did nothing." He announced with a smirk in his voice. I wiped my cheeks clear of tears trying to collect myself. Why was I letting him control me? This is what he wanted. He wanted me to feel pain, to be under his actions. Dammit.
"Leave him alone." Levi hissed before exiting out of the tent. I stared after him, both confused and scared. Was he really just going to leave me here? With this psycho? No! I timidly glanced over at Milo but jumped as his face was close to mine. Roughly, he forced my back down to the pallet grinning down at me. It didn't even surprise me anymore, I was just going to be his punching bag, a damn rape toy. That's what I was.
"Dammit." Levi hissed kicking him off. Milo just growled rolling over and bouncing up to his feet.
"You're being selfish Levi," Milo sneered angrily.
"Uh no? I'm being reasonable." He growled at Milo who just laughed.
"You think I don't know? You're going to be protecting Chance just because you want to get on Austin's good side. But no, its not going to work like that because if you double cross me on this, I'll make sure you get what you deserve." Milo gritted through his teeth making me shiver. I didn't even care about the topic anymore it was the tone he used. He was dead serious.

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