I sat in the carriage alone while horses and the other men in the pack drew it.
I could hear the horses outside; the men were discussing and laughing.
They seemed so normal. I had never for once witnessed an attack on our pack and seen that these men, who had beheaded all the high-ranking male wolves in our pack yet laughed and discussed, sat uncomfortably with me.
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 come to haunt us?
Haunt me.
I had nothing to do with it.
He had made it clear that I would not live a life of enjoyment in the pack as 'I had' back home.
I wondered if Jessica would have survived this entire ordeal as I had.
