Grace’s POV
“It’s fantastic to be free of this hellhole and to finally see the world outside the Packhouse,” I thought to myself, the cool breeze of the early dawn brushing against my face as I raced toward the northern border.
“Don’t get too cheerful just yet,” Cindy, my wolf, interrupted with a hint of caution. “We still have to get past the guards. Take the route up north; there are fewer guards there. But Grace, how are you going to survive in the city? Do you even have enough money?”
“I’ve got some savings. It’ll last us for a week or two,” I replied. “Don’t worry, Cindy. I’ll find work. Maybe a maid job in the city—it’s the only kind of work I know how to do.”
Cindy sighed softly in my mind. “Good to hear. Now let’s go.”
“I’m ready. Let’s do this, Cindy,” I said, though I could
