Word From Enemy Territory

*Lyra*

It’s difficult to keep track of how many days have gone by. One of the first questions Jorin asked me was what day it was. He said he’d lost track. He’d been surprised that I’d been exiled on Spring Solstice, but then, once he considered how cruel Alpha Kaelen can be, he decided it wasn’t that shocking after all.

Our days are all relatively the same. I did go back to Song Pack’s abandoned village to get some more clothes and was lucky enough to find some hygiene products for women as well, so thank the Goddess for that. Not that I feel like She’s been paying too much attention to me lately–unless She just likes punishing me.

“I’m going out to hunt,” Jorin says to me nearly every morning. Sometimes he’s just gone when I wake up. We don’t have a refrigerator, unfortunately, and no way of keeping perishable food items cool, so one or both of us have to hunt pretty often. I’ve been setting some traps, and so far they’ve worked to catch small game, but of course, we are better hunte