"Wait a minute! Where were you two going?"
A voice called out to us from behind, making me stop in my tracks. I turned around slowly, biting my bottom lip, hoping I wouldn't be thrown back into that stone prison again.
In front of us stood a man in guard clothes made of animal skin and carrying a sharp-tipped spear. He looked us up and down.
I stared at the man's face closely.
His cheeks were red, and his gaze was unfocused.
I could also smell alcohol coming from him. Ah, he was drunk.
Rishe seemed to notice too and pointed at him. "Mr. Guard, didn't Alpha say alcohol is only allowed on special occasions? Why do you smell like alcohol?"
"Shhh, don't shout loudly!" The man looked panicked and immediately cut off Rishe's words, making her quickly cover her mouth while cowering in f
