5
Carlos
I walk along the outside perimeter of our citadel. The buzzing in my ears makes my head pound, but I keep pushing on. I’m going to walk the entirety of our pack territory every day until I know who lives in which hut, the names of their family members, what they do for us. Even as I vow it, though, the landscape goes by without my seeing a thing.
All I see is Sedona, chained naked to that bed. My terrible, wonderful prize.
Watching her leave was like allowing someone to steal away with a vital organ from my body. I stood there, numb, not understanding how I still lived, still breathed without her here. It took all my willpower not to shift and chase after her pack’s vans like a common dog. Not to howl.
But somehow I managed to stay on the terrace and watch, keeping my pack ou
