Ember
The car ride ends as Kendrik pulls up to the pack house, the building looming over us like my worst nightmare brought to life. My eyes widen—I never thought I would find myself back in this pack again, yet here I am being escorted like some prized broodmare. Well, I guess I am technically a broodmare to them.
Victoria is the first to step out, leaving Kendrik and me in the car. The tall she-wolf stretches her lithe body and waves to the pack members milling about. I can see them staring at me with curiosity and wonder if they realize it is me returning, albeit against my will.
“I don’t think anyone recognizes you,” Kendrik mutters. “I mean, you did gain a lot of weight, and now you look like an actual woman, not a child.”
Shocked by this comment, I turn to find him staring at me,
