Clarissa’s POV The world for me has always been a map of sounds and feelings. I can’t see the sun but I can feel its warmth on my skin. I can’t see the trees but I can hear the wind rustling their leaves and smell the sweet scent of pine after it rains. My feet know the path from my small room to the great hall by the way the stone floor feels, smooth and cool, then rough where it was repaired after a fight long ago.I sat on the floor of my room with my back against the cool stone wall. The window was open and a soft breeze carried the smell of baking bread from the kitchen. I closed my eyes, even though it made no difference to what I saw. It helped me focus. I pushed away the smell of the bread and the sound of children playing outside. I sank down, deep inside myself, and listened to the pack.It was a sea of feelings. So many worries, like little waves splashing against me. Alpha Thompson had made everyone afraid. His rules were hard and his punishments were harder. The pack fel
Last Updated : 2025-11-10
