CHAPTER 88
CORRIGAN'S POV
I was led out of the dark tent, and a camp of rogue wolves was behind the camp curtains. The weremen trained for battle. The few women and children in sight did various activities. Some were by the fire, while others shined the weapons of the men. The children played around.
I could notice they stole glances at me. I was a stranger after all. They watched the warriors take me to a tent at the edge of the camp, secluded.
“This is the best comfort you can get out here in the wild,” The warrior said, …princess,” he continued in a mocking tone.
My eyes twitched in shock at his use of the name princess. Aside from Alec, only my father ever called me princess, and it triggered memories every time.
Maybe my connection to Alec was because he reminded me so much
