Rebecca’s POV
The blast from a distance in the yard from the warriors made me aware of my environment. The sun was already rising and sending light rays through the lowly lit room where I lay.
I found my way slowly to the makeshift cot where I felt more comfortable now, wincing as soreness settled through my body. My shoulder ached a little beneath my shirt where the mark rested. It had stayed quiet through the night, but after what happened yesterday — after watching it dim like something inside it was fading — I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Or about the pack.
Every hallway whisper. Every fearful stare. Every muttered word of curse or witch the people mentioned, and I heard.
A part of me understood why they hated me.
Matthew stood near the door with his arms crossed, lookin
