Marianne slowed down as she came to the outskirts of her old pack village. It would be run by rogues now, and she couldn’t risk capture.
She knew that the rogues made any remaining pack members into their servants. Those that escaped were hunted down. She needed to blend in, and look like she had always been there.
Stopping at a small house, she slipped through the back door. This had been the home of a lovely wolf couple back when she was first Luna. Now it was run down and dusty. A knife and fork by the sink told her someone lived here, but no one was home.
She had a quick look around and found some spare clothes. Worn and stained. These would do.
Marianne changed and pulled her hair into a low bun.
Hiding her bag at the back of the house. She lowered her head and walked toward……
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