After treating Luna in the Ashborn Pack, Amelia strolled through the flea market of the werewolf kingdom.
This time, she hadn't called Uncle Harrison or King Cyrus. She wanted to be alone for some time and get through her thoughts, but most importantly, she wanted to enjoy the freedom that wasn't bestowed on her by anyone.
After everything that had been going around her, she longed for something real, something unfiltered, where she wasn't Amelia Everleigh, the targeted girl, but just a normal customer at anything.
With this thought, she walked to a stall selling wooden pendants. She grabbed one pendant and placed it near her neck to see how it would look on her face. However, as she saw her reflection in the mirror, she saw someone drifting into the woods.
That small flicker of movement caught her eye.
It was a man, limping heavily, moving between the trees.
