Sorayah sat perched atop the wheelbarrow, nestled among the bundled goods, while Dimitri pushed them steadily through the bustling crowd.
Now that she no longer needed to pretend she was a woman in labor, her role from the day before, she could finally take in her surroundings without distraction. The city sprawled before her, alive and thrumming with energy.
The streets were alive with activity, filled with both werewolves and humans moving side by side. Market stalls lined either side of the stone-paved road, overflowing with goods of every shape and color, jewelry, spices, fabrics, and weapons. Sellers called out their wares with practiced enthusiasm, while eager buyers haggled over prices.
The air was heavy with the scent of freshly baked bread, roasted meats, and sweet pastries. Laughter echoed through the air, mixing with the rhythmic drumbeats of performers nearby.
