Isadora Davis
Silver moon pack. That was the name of the pack stuck in.
After much pleading and annoying the warrior who carried me on his shoulder, he was kind enough to tell me the name of his pack.
I guess he wasn't much of an asshole after all.
I remembered reading from a book somewhere in the past that the people of the Silver Moon Pack can be rude when they want to be, and the warrior carrying me proved what I had studied to be right when he threw me roughly into the cell, which only resulted in a loud crack.
I take back my words. He was an asshole.
The man froze for a moment, staring at me because he knew I wouldn't be able to survive such a hit, but he then shook his head in disgust and slammed the door shut.
I'm fine. Thanks for asking.
I hissed out, groaning in pain, as I
