CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Noah's POV

My ears were covered with the drumming of hooves, and my eyes were fixed on the pack house that now doubled in size as I got closer.

It looked vastly different from the outside, and the view was even more strange, because I had never gone beyond the pack house walls since I was born.

I had hardly ever even moved beyond the courtyard, as my father had always taught that outside was too dangerous. Too disorderly and chaotic. And that only deranged savages lived out there in the wild.

I had listened and lived in fear every day of my childhood. Sometimes I was even too afraid to leave my room, for fear the savages might be just outside my window.

But now I had gone beyond the safety of my father's words, and beyond the safety of the only place I had known my whole life. Even though it was against my own will, and I was half-conscious all through. I had gone beyond the gold, brick and limestone walls and pillars that lined up all the way to the top palisades, almost reaching the