Thalia's POV

As I make my way back to the pack house, I can't help but feel like there's someone watching me.

I keep looking over my shoulder, but there's no one there.

In fact, the more I walk, the feeling grows stronger as if the person is a foot behind me.

Once in a while, I make a stop and look around me.

All that I see is just staff, warriors and other members of the pack that constantly look at me as if I owe them something.

I have to believe that by this point, word has gotten out that ...