"You damn fool, stop walking like a fool and go get me the chicken before I use you as meat for the feast"

The store room had imprinted a lasting memory in Bella's head as she ran towards it, resonating through the room.

The festival had begun, but she was not allowed to leave until she had completed the numerous chores that the pack had assigned to her.

Her mother's words rang in her ears, causing her to quicken her pace. Walking into the storeroom brings back memories ...