Her words were like daggers, piercing through my already wounded heart. I was reduced to nothing more than a servant, a maid, at the mercy of those who showed no compassion or empathy.
The weight of their cruelty was suffocating, and I felt like a caged bird, yearning to be free from this nightmarish existence.
Please, Moon Goddess, have mercy on me. I beg.
YEARS LATER...
After enduring six years of suffering, I was finally granted my own room. It was not anything luxurious, but at least I did not have to sleep on the cold floor anymore. However, there was no kindness or compassion behind this gesture. They only wanted me to be presentable and clean when I visited their rooms.
My brother Drake, now the ruler of our pack after our father's death, insisted on being called "Your Highness
