I turned my head slowly and looked at him. See other people? Was he mad? I was sitting in his car with his claim mark on my neck, shunned from my pack, rejected by my father, and he was offering me freedom like freedom had not just been crushed under his teeth. I did not answer. Words could not describe what I felt. My life was over because of him. And because of me. That part was what hurt the most.
‘I would advise silence,’ Nyla muttered. ‘Every time you open your mouth today, new problems are born.’
For once, I listened.
We drove until we reached Ash Hollow Complex on the outskirts of Silverlake Town. I knew of the place, but I had never been there. People talked about it in low voices. It was where wolves who had been cast out of their packs stayed when they had nowhere else to go.
