I sat in the carriage alone while horses and the other n in the pack drew it.
I could hear the horses outside; the n were discussing and laughing.
They seed so normal. I had never for once witnessed an attack on our pack and seen that these n, who had beheaded all the high-ranking male wolves in our pack yet laughed and discussed, sat uncomfortably with .
I nestled my head against the seat, quietly wondering how my life would be in the new pack.
I knew little about the Crescent Pack except that my father had taken over before I was even born.
It was just a random story in the pack, but who would have ever thought that it would have co to haunt us?
Haunt .
I had nothing to do with it.
He had made it clear that I would not live a life of enjoynt in the pack as 'I had' back ho.
I wondered if Jessica would have survived this entire ordeal as I had.
Jessica had never known a hard life the way I had. It would have been entirely foreign to her.
And that was why he was punishing .
Because he believed I, Jessica, would not be able to handle it.
If only he knew who I indeed was.
It was getting dark again, and then the n stopped.
I heard them co down from their horses.
I peered out to see what was happening.
Were we making camp?
We have been on the road for over a week now.
No one bothered to tell anything.
I watched as the n made a fire, laid out sleeping sacks, laughed, and drank.
"Why don't any of you know how to cook?!" One of the n standing in front of the fire, holding a rabbit, asked.
"Give, Robert," he said.
"Robert?!" The first man's eyes widened. "He burned the last deer."
"At least I did better than any of you." The one that Robert finally said.
"I wish Olaf wasn't sick, " the first man complained. He is the one who knows how to cook."
They were quiet and seed very hungry as they ate dried at and cheese.
I watched as the first man set aside the sizeable wild pig that had been killed and sat down dejectedly.
My carriage door was flung open, and I jumped from where I had been peeping.
It was Xaden, and he was not smiling as usual.
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