ITHRA
I could count the ribs on my stomach.
That's about how much I lost weight since my sentence one week ago.
“Keep moving, witch!” A guard said from behind me, harshly poking me with a stick, “we don't have all day.”
What he meant to say was that he didn't have all day. Because I clearly wasn't in a hurry to return to that godforsaken farm.
I moved my feet faster, ready to return to the farmland I had been working for the past one week.
Every day since the last time Zadok visited me, I was escorted by a wolf guard to the pack farm where I laboured all day, picking out weeds in the hot sun.
For a pack that eats a lot of meat, I wondered why they had a farm. And a very big one at that. Everyday, people came from the kitchen to pick out their produce for the day, not forgetting t
