Chapter 82
As Candy escorted Sarah through the sprawling corridors of the packhouse, she kept a watchful eye on her friend. The walk was proving to be a challenge; by the time they reached the base of the grand staircase, Sarah was visibly struggling, her breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts.
“Candy... I need a break,” Sarah managed to say, inhaling deeply as she leaned against the banister.
“Do you need to sit down?” Candy asked, her voice laced with genuine concern. When Sarah nodded weakly, Candy scanned the area. She guided her toward the main living room, but the communal space was bustling, and every chair seemed occupied.
Fortunately, the pack’s culture of respect was in full swing. One of the younger pack members looked up, noticed Sarah’s pale face and heavy stance, and imm
