ITHRA

I could count the ribs on my stomach.

That's about how much I lost weight since my sentence one week ago.

“Keep moving, witch!” A guard said from behind me, harshly poking me with a stick, “we don't have all day.”

What he meant to say was that he didn't have all day. Because I clearly wasn't in a hurry to return to that godforsaken farm.

I moved my feet faster, ready to return to the farmland I had been working for the past one week.

Every day since the last time Zadok visited me, I was escorted by a wolf guard to the pack farm where I laboured...