Draven commanded my father to draw up papers for a treaty, like we were
just a business deal. We didn’t had no idea what he was going to do with us and no one even cared to ask as long as they saved themselves.
They moved us into the dining hall while the elders argued in low voices and guards watched every breath I took. The room was warm from the fire, but I still felt cold.I sat stiff in a chair that was too big for me, my wrists still sore and cheek stinging from from the slap, everything inside me hurt. I would rather die than go with him.
Duskwood was a name people in Silver Fang spoke carefully,it was the pack in the darkest stretch of land, the one with stories of punishment, blood and wolves who didn’t follow normal laws. And it was the pack where my mother supposedly died or
