WREN
It's been two days since I received the letter from the Silver Pit. Two days, and I hadn't taken my mind off it. Ash wasn't home so I didn't mind picking it from where I had hid it. I stood there, staring at it like I had just received it minutes ago.
I had always known the Silver Pit wasn't what the official Pack records called it. They called it a rehabilitation facility. That was the name they used whenever respectable people talked about what happened to wolves who were found guilty of crimes against the Pack.
They made it sound like a place where people went to become better, reflect on what they had done, and return to society as better wolves. I had spent three years there, so I knew exactly what it really was. The Silver Pit was a place for experiments.
It wasn't done to
