FAYE
The deeper the guard led me into the pack house, the more aware I became of the eyes following me.
People stared openly here.
Servants.
Warriors.
Pack members moving through the halls.
Some curious, some suspicious.
Some looked completely uninterested until their gaze settled briefly on my outfit.
Then their expressions changed.
Subtly.
Like they recognized something they weren’t supposed to question aloud.
I probably looked like a visiting warrior, not a willing sacrifice.
The guard eventually stopped outside what looked like a large receiving area connected to the main hall.
“Wait here,” he instructed.
I nodded calmly.
Then he disappeared through another corridor.
The moment he was gone, silence settled around me again.
I took the opportunity to properly look around
