Chapter 13 Touring The Pack

• Dora's POV
• I picked at my breakfast, still dazed from the whirlwind of events over the past few days. My fingers went instinctively to the moonstone pendant now hanging safely around my neck again. I clutched it tightly, drawing comfort from the solid reality of it against my skin.
• That small act of kindness on King's part had left me conflicted and confused. After days of fearing him as my captor, knowing he had personally searched the streets all night just to recover my lost memento stirred some softer feelings. Gratitude, and perhaps something more dangerous.