Owen
He stood out there before the shaming posts on the day of the full moon. Alwina had just let go of Paulina’s head, she’d dealt with both Brenda and Gerry yesterday. It hadn’t taken as long as she’d thought it would, and then she’d stretched her legs and walked about the pack eating chocolate before turning in for the night, and strolling back down her at the c***k of dawn to latch onto Paulina.
It was now three in the afternoon and all she had to do was produce those scrolls, two of which he was certain had already been generated but were in her suite. She wouldn’t hand them over until all three of the traitors were seen into. That was how they worked for the most part.
He watched her step back and shake her head, as Paulina threw up on the ground for the umpteenth time by the look
