"Luna, you've been here a long time."
Fiore stirred from her thoughts, her head snapping up to face the guard who had approached her quietly. His words were polite, but there was an underlying concern in his tone. She hadn't realized how much time had passed, sitting by the well, wrapped in her own mind.
"He's right," Fiore thought to herself. She could feel the hunger gnawing at her insides, the dull ache of hours spent in one position. But the thought of eating anything while under Reginald's watch made her stomach churn. Yet, an idea slowly formed in her mind.
"I'm going to the village," she declared, rising to her feet, brushing off the dust from her clothes. She could use the walk, and more than that, the thought of being around the pack—away from the suffocating presence of the ma
