Senna
Today was the day. The very first step, out in the real world, for what I was really doing.
My job was a healer, and I was good at it. Caius, the Alpha, he trusted me with things, like this monthly supply run to the eastern market. He’d signed off on it himself, back when we made our rules. It was a good thing, a real thing. But today, it was also a cover.
My satchel was heavy on my shoulder. Full of a real shopping list for herbs and things the compound needed. But hidden deep inside, folded very small, was a piece of paper. Just three words. A date, a name, and “unopposed territorial claim.” Small words, big meaning.
The market was loud. Smells of spice and sweat and things cooking. People pushed past me, their voices a mix of bargaining and gossip. I kept my head down, looking
