Alyssa’s POV:
My body ached in places I didn’t even know existed, the pain of training was still fresh, and my wounds were still sore from the harshness of it all.
The food they had given me was an improvement from the stale bread I’d been fed the previous day, but it didn’t do much to take away the bitter taste left in my mouth.
The new food was a bland, and unseasoned stew which barely filled the hollow pit in my stomach. I chewed slowly, as my thoughts drifted elsewhere.
What was I even doing here? Exiled from my Pack, cast aside like trash, and now I was a trainee in a foreign Pack—no more important than a stray dog they had taken in off the street.
Seated in my room, I stared at the wooden walls, trying to quiet the incessant thoughts. My body wanted to rest, but my mind would
