Tamara
I stood frozen in place with my feet rooted to the dirt while every single pack member around me kept their heads bowed and their necks bared in deep submission.
My heart hammered hard against my ribs. I did not mean to disrespect the old woman, but I simply did not know the rules yet. Should I submit? Should I bow? What do I do? And why was she walking towards me? I was freaking out.
Elder Miko on the other hand did not stop walking. She moved across the open field. She walked straight toward me with her eyes locked onto my face.
Before I could move or speak, her thin wrinkled hand reached out. She softly held my neck, her grip light but firm, and gently forced my head down into a low position of submission.
"If you want to stay here," Elder Miko said, her voice old and sma
