Liz
Luna Faye secured my wrists with silver cuffs to the tall pole in the middle of the communal pack area. The metal bit into my skin immediately, a sharp and searing burn that made my breath hitch, but I didn't react. I couldn't. Reacting only made it worse. Instead, I focused on what was around me.
There were several shopping-style stalls and venues for people in the pack to sell their wares or food that wasn't served in the dining hall of the pack house. Not all of the pack members lived at the packhouse. There were houses scattered around the central market, belonging to mated pairs and older wolves who had earned their place.
Earned their place. My lips twitched at the thought.
I couldn't hear the echo of footsteps moving between stalls. The low murmur of conversation, the soft c
