ELARA
I jolted from the bed as my door was thrown open and the old witch wandered in, her expression unsettling as usual. She slammed the door behind her and strutted straight to the couch, dumping the basket she carried before turning to face me robotically. "In case you didn't notice," she sneered coldly, "it's morning and time for your bath." She pointed to the basket. "These ointments are for you to apply. They're the Pack's traditional scents for slaves and prisoners, and the only scents you are permitted to have henceforth as a prisoner of the Pack."
I bit down on my cheek to stop myself from saying what was on my mind. These people were so ridiculous. What does she mean by scents for slaves and prisoners? Who produces scents for slaves and prisoners to wear just to strip them of t
