Yara's POV
The first thing I saw when I pulled back the edge of the curtain was a man being shoved out of the front entrance of the pack house.
He hit the ground with a loud grunt and rolled to his side. The guards behind him turned and walked back in while he was on the ground. The man stayed there for a bit, breathing heavily and cursing under his breath. There was something about him that caught my eye.
He looked very familiar.
His hair was longer than most of the men I’d seen around here and his clothes, though rough and tattered and dirty, were clearly once expensive. He looked like a royal man who had been thrown out of his palace. There was a lean strength in the way he pushed himself up and dusted his palms on his trousers. I squinted hard through the thin curtains.
Where had
