Chapter 6

POV of Jennifer

I traversed the new landscape as I ran. The luscious blood of the tiny deer I gorged on still tasted in my mouth. I leapt over the downed cedar tree and began to walk along the tiny creek that took me back to the pack shack. It was peculiar. I've always been subject to other people's orders and have never experienced true independence. Terr let me behave however I wanted. I didn't trust him anymore. He is the only person to whom I have spoken outside the one question I asked him in the hospital. After a few days of healing, I spent my time scouting the pack's area and doing my best to stay away from everyone.

Avoiding everyone, though, was exceedingly challenging. In the pack home, where my chamber was located, the pack appeared to like hanging out and gossiping. It was challenging to enter and exit my room covertly. I was uneasy in this place. I felt as though everyone was staring at me, so I stood up. I had no place here.

When I saw the pack house, I hurried straight