7
Sorrel
“Sorrel,” Vik shook me awake. “Sorrel, wake up.”
“What is it?” I met the grim faces of the warriors.
“The Alphas have summoned us. We must go, but you are staying here.”
I rubbed my face. My body was sore but sated from our antics with the cage. It was still night, though. A few birds sang in the darkness.
Outside, someone called for Thorsteinn. I shrank back in the pelts.
“What is happening? Who is that?”
“The Alphas have called the pack to gather at the standing stones. We go to tell your story but leave you with a guard.”
“Why can’t I go with you?”
“Too dangerous. There are some warriors who are enraged over the events. The Alphas want to speak to the pack without distraction.”
And I was a distraction. I swallowed. “I don’t want you to leave me.”
“We aren’t leaving
