Medieval pack

Charlotte POV

I now belonged to another family and pack. I hadn't opened up to them about what happened to me because I didn't want unwanted sympathy or a rejection.

By the way they communicated and dressed, it was clear they were from a different time, almost medieval.

When asked about my past life, my family, and pack, I pretended not to remember. I lied, claiming memory loss, and inquired about the green field pack, which they found amusing, calling it weird. They had no idea that such a pack like mine existed.

Mr. Alan was a hunter, his wife a seamstress, Ashley attended college, and Zayden, the son of a hunter, managed a part-time business.

I wasn't lucky this time because they weren't wealthy. But, honestly, I didn't care about riches. The warm acceptance into their family was more than enough for me.

After I had passed out, all I could remember was finding myself in this home.

Mr. Alan said he saw me in the woods while hunting. He had thought I was dead and intended to bury my