Fur, it's my name. The name I was given when I was young, by what looked like an older version of me. But she's dead now. I remember my first view of the world. I thought it was that leafy color, green. But it was grey, white, black, and filled with traps, cages. The older fox had told me it was a slaughter house, and that I needed to run. When I did, I was caught. I'm still trying to get out of these metal bars. These chains.
Unchained.
[BOOK 1 IN THE UNCHAINED SERIES]
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