The Village

The village was a lot different than Mercy had envisioned it, though she had no idea why. Walking down the main street next to August, she was surprised at all of the people, all of the bustle, all of the flurry. It started to feel a little overwhelming from time to time, so she had to remind herself to focus on the Alpha beside her and not on the noise and potential chaos all around her.

She’d chosen a comfortable pair of jeans, a white long sleeved shirt, and a brown jacket, along with some brown boots that fit perfectly and a bright scarf. She loved how the colors in the scarf matched the leaves falling from the trees. She had a feeling she didn’t usually have clothes like this. When she’d been found, she’d been wearing a tattered dress; it was her impression that she often wore the same dress, day after day, without a shower or a bath.

“This is the coffeehouse,” August said, pointing to a place that smelled wonderful. “And over there is the pizza parlor. We don’t have a lot of res