The walk back to the packhouse was silent, Rowyn kept tossing her questioning glances every so often as the patrollers of Elmwood made sure to keep a tight formation around Cynthia so she couldn’t escape. And if she tried to attack? She’d be outnumbered with all of them, it took them far longer to get inside than what Zalena would have liked, but considering she had seen bruises on Cynthia, she knew the omega was hurting.

She followed Rowyn up to their shared bedroom, they had ...