ARIA WINTERS
The walk from the pack house to wherever I'm supposed to stay feels like walking through a gauntlet.
Wolves who looked through me yesterday like I was furniture now, stop and stare. Actually stare. I can feel their eyes on my back, tracking me, and the whispers start before I'm even past the first group.
"Did you hear what the Alpha said?"
"You're staying with me."
"What does that even mean?"
I keep my head down and follow the warrior assigned to escort me, but I can't unhear any of it. Four words. That's all it took. Four words and suddenly I'm not a rogue prisoner anymore. I'm something else. Something even I can't name.
But f**k it. What if this is just another plan to shame me more. For f**k’s sake he called me a slut. What if this is another one of Celeste’s scheme
