"Sit."
I lowered myself into the plastic chair and looked around the cabin with a frown, keeping my arms wrapped around myself as the claustrophobia pressed at the edges of my awareness. The walls were mismatched wooden planks nailed together unevenly, the roof a layer of dried grass. The air inside was stale and close but at least I was sitting on something that was not a metal floor with a thin blanket over it. Small mercies.
"Name?"
I turned to look at the man across the table. He was staring down at a stack of papers with a pen in hand, not bothering to look up.
"Name, pup!" He growled, eyes snapping to mine. "You dare look me in the eye?"
I shivered but held my ground. I was a Luna, even if nobody had officially said so. I was strong. I had trained for months and fought wolves twice my size and walked through things that should have broken me. I could sit in a plastic chair and answer questions without falling apart.
I hoped.
