Guardian POV
I was now tasked with taking the female prisoner back to her pack. I had her in the iron shackles. They were on her wrists and ankles. There was no way she was escaping during the trip back to her pack. Not only was she chained and shackled she was also in the wagon with her chains attached to it.
I was sitting at the front of the wagon while the horse pulled us along. I was keeping an eye on my prisoner, but I was also enjoying the scenery. The wagon was bouncing over rocks on the road, with every bump I could hear the chains clink. I wasn't far from the female prisoner's territory. The prisoner's territory was not very big. The pack must have been getting smaller for quite some time. The fields were big and open and the trees were sparse. This pack was dwindling and clea
