Chapter 286

• Scarlett dragged her broken body toward the filthy trough. The stench of rot and animal waste clung to the air, thick enough to choke. Inside the trough was not food fit for wolves but scattered, half-molded chicken feed, damp and sour.
• Without hesitation, the once-pampered daughter of the Ebonclaw Pack seized handfuls of the foul mash. She stuffed it into her mouth, chewing like a starving beast, smearing her gaunt face with grit and filth.
• Riley stood still, her silver eyes sharp as blades, watching Scarlett degrade herself. A sneer curved her lips, the cruelty in her voice cutting deeper than any whip.