Milena~
Cold gentle breeze kisses my skin as we travel deeper into the ocean. I brush my arm, finding warmth. My gaze never stops roaming around the pale faces of the people.
For a pack as rich as Virethorn, sad to see how malnourished the people are. Since my understanding of life matured, I’ve never paid attention to the common citizens.
Why haven’t I?
Or the question should be, why am I concerned about the pack members? Life isn’t fair to me either. Never has been from birth.
“Hey.” The young man brushes his shoulder against mine. “You seem lost. Is this your first time?”
“First time on what?” I stare down at him.
“Escaping.” He laughs. With a finger circling in the air, he adds, “Taking adventures that you shouldn't.”
How is it any business of his what I do?
“I’m not escapin
