Cynthia Dion:
I drifted into sleep as soon as they placed me in the bed. Time became a blur, and it felt like I'd been here for ages. They only allowed me out for short bathroom breaks and a quick clean-up before another injection. There was no extra food or drink, leaving my body weak.
The thought of leaving the bed seemed like an impossible task. It must have been countless days later when Atticus finally came to my room one evening. I was barely awake, as they hadn't injected me for a few hours. Atticus paced around nervously, while I struggled to stay conscious.
"You know," he began speaking when he realized I might not fully comprehend him, "I lost my parents when I was just a child. I faced people who wanted to exploit me for money from my pack. Some even tried to rob my pack by m
