Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 253

Somebody’s got a hit out on you. Don’t blame us for what’s coming.” The ringleader, brandishing a knife, was hell–bent on taking me out.

Coly mustered its last ounce of strength and lunged forward.

What dark thoughts could a dog harbor? It knew only one thing: to protect me at all costs.

Argh!” My head throbbed as if it were about to explode.

Flashes of memories surged through my mind.

A frail little pup, barely alive after its birth, its stray mother was stoned to death by a gang of kids.

The mother dog, dragging her weary body, was just trying to scrounge some scraps to feed her litter.

But those kids, it seemed, found pleasure in cruelty, pelting the dog with rocks mercilessly. From the moment of birth, the nature of good and evil is etched within us. Some manage to curb their malevolence, letting benevolence steer their course; others forsake all goodness, becoming slaves to their wickedness.

Those kids didn’t think they were in the wrong. It was the primitive, cruel gene within humanity.

They delighted in tormenting creatures weaker than themselves, finding joy in their pain.

in the memory was just a kid, too, wielding a brick larger than my own head, slamming it emotionlessly

puppy.

forehead bled, and

his hair, asking coldly. “Does getting hit by a

kids fled in terror, leaving the crying boy alone. “See,

boy’s parents came, berating my own,

injured dog to the vet, but the poor thing didn’t

adopted the surviving pup, the only one from the litter, a fierce–looking wolfdog I named

was

is, run!

sight of me. Seeing me

this. She’s too cold, too detached. What are we going to do?”

commit to deserve this…”

work, I’ll pray to God, I’ll do anything just to see

the memory, my parents cried

treated. There are mature treatments available now. If you can bear it, we’ll send Phoebe

Caldwell, she’s just a child! You want to send her to