Chapter 6

Seris’s POV

We were herded into a narrow ante-chamber, the two wolves at our flanks snarling as they shifted and pulled on human clothes. Moments later they stood fully human before us—sharp-featured, cold-eyed women—and ordered us to shift the same. No choice, I let the wolf inside me recede, our bodies reshaping until we were human again. Almost at once, coarse sacks were flung at us. I snatched mine and then knelt to dress Nessa, who trembled on the verge of tears. I tugged a simple tunic and trousers over her thin frame, handed her Moonbun to clutch for comfort, and brushed damp strands of hair from her forehead. Only then did I pull on my own scratchy garments, wincing as the fabric caught on healing cuts along my arms and legs.

Once we were clothed, the two warrior-women marched us down a dim corridor to the cell block. We passed a row of barred cages where rogues and those who’d crossed the Alpha huddled, their haunted eyes flitting toward us. Their faces w