Rose's POV:
Rose’s breath hitched as she huddled closer to the old woman beside her.
Lucielle Waters, old weaver and former matron of the northern weavers, looked around with wide eyes filled with nothing else but anticipation and acceptance.
Unlike the other humans around, she wasn’t mumbling in shock or praying to the goddess for help. In fact, she was chuckling, and her chuckles were what made Rose stay alert.
Rose was currently huddling up at the closest place to the castle she and the other humans could find. It was also the only alternative for wolves who were not powerful enough, rich enough or connected enough to stay close to the castle.
The market square.
They weren’t exactly at the market square, but they were all staying at a large camp created on its outskirts.
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