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ELORA I didn’t expect a parade. But I thought… maybe it’ll be harder for someone to say goodbye. They had been like a family to me in these past days. I didn’t know how to explain it. But being cast away like this, it hurt more than my father’s hatred ever could. With my father, I could tell myself he was reminded of his misfortune everytime he looked at me. But with these people, the wolves of the south who were supposed to be my enemies, it was different. The wind was cold against my face as I stood just outside the borders of the camp, my cloak pulled tight against me. A small bag was slung over my right shoulder. It contained everything I’ll need for my trip back home. At least, that was what Ophelia said. The bruises from the fight hadn’t fully healed despite Sierra being a silver wolf. However, it didn’t hurt that much anymore. Not as much as the silence that greeted me while I walked slowly, with aching knees, out of the camp. Hoping, praying, that he would change his

ELORA I wasn’t dead yet. I could tell when my eyelids slowly parted to reveal the ceiling above me. I had a feeling heaven would be a lot more overwhelming. But that wasn’t the reason my eyelids parted completely. No. It was the very familiar smell that hit my nostrils. The fresh linens, flowers, and something sweet in the air. Then, the pain followed. It was dull, but it was there. I had been through a lot in the past couple of days, and I wasn’t even sure where I was yet. I had managed to get a glimpse of my pack’s flag before I fell unconscious. I wondered if I was in Stormrider, or in the den of another evil prince who had a vendetta against my father. I blinked up at a chandelier I didn’t recognize. The ceiling had gold accents. The bed I was lying on was way too soft. This room didn’t feel safe. If anything, it felt like a trap.I tried to sit up, resting my head against the wooden headboard. Despite my body’s ache, I could move. Bandages covered most of me, but I could