MAYA
A few days later, after the rejection, I found myself limping around the healing grounds of the Obsidian Crest Pack. I had no idea where I was going. I was just walking to wherever my feet took me.
The wound on my back screamed on every step because I was healing slowly. The healers had to sew my body back together, but I didn’t care about that pain anymore. I had gotten stronger. I knew how to bear the pain. But the ache in my heart was a sharper wound, one for which there was no herb or bandage.
As the scent of pine and wet ground reached my nose, I gathered the shawl tightly around my shoulders and felt the flow of the fine wool against my body. It was a brutal slap in the face of the world outside the pack lands: a world that I had once been a part of.
The healers had given t
