Return to the Packhouse

             Sapphire ran off a distance with her dress in her mouth and hid. She shifted and dressed, thinking about everything Magnus said to her. What did he mean by the rules she’d learned in her uncle’s pack differed from the rules in his? Her uncle was proud that he ran a traditional pack, and we enjoyed the privilege of that. Were there diverse ways to run a pack? Is that why their family ran off all the other packs?

             It was a relief to get away from the staring eyes of the enforcers. She disliked being the centre of attention. Nothing ever good came of it. Now she debated whether she should return or wait for the enforcers to leave.

             “Sapphire. All you needed to do was put your dress on. Come back here now, please.” Magnus sounded tired.