ZAYA’S POV
My eyes were as blurry as I knew my life to be. No amount of blinking seemed to clear my vision and it was only making me scared.
What if I turn out blind? Oh, goddess, why me?
Maybe it was just the tears that didn’t seem to get the memo that now wasn’t the time for them to flow. It had to be that, right?
I didn’t want to be a blind wolf who could end up discarded and alone. That was the mantra I chanted in my head even as I left the kitchen.
It was fairly easy seeing as I wasn’t completely blind and I managed to make it out the door. But as soon as my legs moved from there, and my hands planted on the wall beside me, I bumped into someone whom, by the sound of their voice, was upset. Fear gripped my heart and dread washed over me.
The woman called me filthy and I could
