I woke to the scent of poultices—moss, crushed yarrow, and something bitter. The pain was a dull, all-over throb.I forced my eyes open. I was in a dim, earthy room. Old Grey knelt beside the low pallet, his gnarled hands carefully applying a cool paste to the burns on my arm.“Grey…” My voice cracked.“Hush, pup,” he murmured, not looking up. His eyes, kind and tired, were focused on his work. “I know. You have to stay for the sunrise after his birthday.”The door exploded inward.It wasn’t a knock. It was the sound of splintering wood. Six Pack enforcers, led by Leon’s Beta, filled the small space. They hauled me off the pallet. Another grabbed Old Grey, pinning his arms.Leon strode in. He backhanded me across the face. The force sent me sprawling onto the dirt floor, my jaw singing with pain.“So this is the rat’s nest,” he sneered, looking around the humble den. “I wondered where you were getting your poison.”He walked over to where Grey was held. Without a word, he drew a slende
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