“We’ve arrived Miss,” The aging driver pulled back the flap of his wagon. His worried gaze fidgeted over the boxes of goods he was intending to sell at today’s market before falling onto me.
With a broad grin, I tightened my hood over my ears and jumped down, “Thank you very much!”
“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own?” He looked me over tensely. Who could blame him?
Instead of my usual attire, I was dressing as one of the common folk. My cloak I’d stolen from the discarded heap of clothing that the people of the pack had made. The tattered fabric would help me blend into the busy streets of the capital so I hoped no one would recognize me. Still, the chances of running into anyone who knows me are slim to none, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
“Don’t worr
