*Aloria*
The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of my chamber, casting warm, dappled light across the pages of the book resting on my lap. I have been attempting to immerse myself in the story, but my mind flits restlessly from one thought to another. Each line blurs into the next as I wrestle with a growing sense of discontent.
River’s face looms in my mind, and I can’t help but wonder if I should abandon this gilded cage and flee back to his pack, and hope against hope that some day he returns? But the fear of involving the pack, or possibly placing Them in danger stops me.
What would they think of me after I left? Would they even welcome me back? Or would I be seen as a traitor? I shudder at the thought, clenching the book tightly in my hands. The soft knock at my door
