Chapter 286

Daphne 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 Grimjaw Pack seized handfuls of the foul mash. She stuffed it into her mouth, chewing like a starving beast, sm