Avery’s POV
“You look more glum than usual.”
My ears perked up as one of the pack members stepped behind the counter where I knelt, stacking pallets for the grocer who maintained the pack store.
I knew he wasn’t talking to me.
No one did.
But still, I couldn’t help strain to hear the grocer’s response. Now that I was persona non-grata within the pack thanks to Dierdra’s punishment, I found myself yearning to hear news about what was going on. I wasn’t quite listening at keyholes yet, but I did find myself paying close attention to the things that pack members said around me.
And also, to what they weren’t saying.
I had fallen far from my former privileged position as Luna. Now I was no one. A downcast wolf who was considered too hazardous to be allowed out into the village with
