ERIN’s POV The market spread across the pack grounds, large and full of life. Even though it was still early, it was loud, chaotic, and one of Erin’s favorite places. At least it used to be until everyone knew she hadn’t shifted yet. She held her mother's shopping list tightly, although it was already a bit damp from her sweating palms. "I can go if you don’t want to," her mother had said at the door. But she felt hiding would only make the next three days worse. The morning sun beat down on the traders' shops. Everywhere, one could hear the traders calling in customers and shouting the prices for smoked meat, fresh vegetables, and leather goods. The air smelled of baking bread mixed with earth, sweat and wolf musk. Erin wove through the crowd, keeping her head up and her expression bored. Act like you belong, like their opinions don't matter. She chanted in her mind. Thankfully, she made it to the butcher's shop without incident. "Two pounds of venison," she told Marcus, t
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