CHAPTER 24

He brought her to a house. There wasn’t much to differentiate it from the others; it was small, and built from a mix of clay brick and grey-weathered wooden panels

supporting a thick thatch roof. The skinny pillars supporting the threshold were carved

into stylized wolves, their jaws wide open.

She felt tiny between the two men, and even inside the simple house there was

something off about the scale. It was built for shapes that were larger than human. The

doorways were wide and ceilings were high, and Scar could imagine the hulking shape

of Damon in wolf-skin curled in front of the hearth like some monstrous hunting dog.

Despite its larger scale, the house wasn’t big. There was no real kitchen besides an

empty pot hanging over the hearth, which made sense, he supposed, considering the

communal meal they’d left. Two smaller rooms led off from that main area, and as he

was led into one, he stiffened.

It was obviously a bedroom. A low platform sat against one wall, he