Duncan had finally fallen asleep just before dawn, not very long before the sun showed its face over the horizon. He did not get to sleep for long though, as the pack started moving towards the center of the clearing, and thus woke him up. He startled as a deer smelling a predator, got up, and looked around, just to see that Alaric was already there, followed by Kiou and Alistair, both of which, were making sure to have the stranger walk where they wanted him to. He looked even worse than he had when Duncan had visited him, less than two days ago. The swollen eye, the blood and the many wounds. And then there was the scars. Some seemed new, and others were clearly old. Like the rind where an ear had once been placed. It seemed that he had slept even less than Duncan, he seemed even more broken, and he flinched constantly, unable to keep up with the guards, but seemingly scared of the pain. This was nothing like the male he had seen coming into the pack that first day.
Today was the day