Tove made sure to avoid me over the next few days. The pack was slowly returning to their normal routines.
This morning Mr. Orson decided to come to the village. He had his wagon loaded with supplies that were ordered for the pack, then had goods set aside to sell to individuals who needed to restock their cabins.
When I saw him I hurried and grabbed a few pelts that I knew Adriel wanted to sell. The loaded down wagon set up in the middle of the small town. Pack members slowly trickled in and formed a line, while big men helped unload the bigger bags that Mr. Orson was pointing out. I sat on a bench off to the side and watched everyone, occasionally smiling at the person that looked my way.
I was proud of myself for adjusting to this kind of life. Adriel had told me that I could buy wha
