Chapter 17

• Emily
• Sunday afternoons in Rivermoon were a rare kind of quiet. The whole pack felt calmer on days like this. Not many people were around. A warm breeze blew, smelling like pine and fresh grass. I welcomed the peaceful stillness, knowing I didn’t have to rush back to the infirmary today. It was my day off, the day fo the week when I tasted freedom I didn’t take for granted.
• I pushed open the door of the bakery. The bell above rang in greeting. The sweet, spiced scent of baked goods filled my senses. It was always comforting going to this place. It was like a hug wrapped in cinnamon and sugar.