Falling for the Forbidden

that followed me like a shadow. I clutched the worn leather pouch containing the meager rations I'd been allotted, my fingers tracing

at the head of the long table, his gaze scanning the pack gathered before him. My stomach churned, a familiar knot twisting at the sight of K

spers erupted, a wave of hushed mu

er voice dripping with disdain. Her fur, a sleek black that shimm

ad down, focusing on the worn leather boots padding silently on the hard-packed eart