Heart of the Market

August entered the market after hanging up with Graeme. She was relieved that he knew where she was. Somehow it felt like a betrayal to not have given him a heads-up to begin with.

The colors of the vendor tents and their goods were vibrant against the dull grey sky. This was so much better than being at home. There was an energy here with everyone walking around and visiting that gave the place a kind of glow that would exist in any weather. It was like visiting the heart of the pack—reliably beating, welcoming you in, bringing life to the inhabitants.

But as soon as August entered into the heart proper and began passing people, something unexpected happened. Every male, female and pup that she passed sent what felt like little bolts of lightening straight into her chest. She froze, eyes going wide as the sensations started lighting her up.