RAYNE
My skin crawled as I stepped inside, my damp clothes feeling like a second skin. My heart hammered against my ribs.
I was prepared for the worst. I could handle the glares, the cold shoulders, and the muttered curses.
They had every right to blame me.
The people inside, the warriors' wives, the wide-eyed pups, and the weary elderly all glared at me.
They looked at me as if I had just come back from the dead.
"Luna Rayne?" A female voice finally broke the silence. A desperate cry escaped her lips, and suddenly, the room was filled with the sound of weeping.
"Luna Rayne! She’s alive! Praise the Goddess!"
Before I could even process their wailing, five small pups came charging toward me.
They hit my legs like tiny cannonballs, wrapping their arms around my knees and buryin
