THALIA'S POV.
"What? What is it, Rebecca?" I asked in confusion.
"Your neck. What happened to your neck?" Rebecca asked, and my eyes widened, my hands flying up to touch my neck on instinct as I realized what she was talking about.
The scars from my first night here. Some of them hadn't fully healed. I wore a high-necked top this morning when I went down for breakfast, and I'd even had to wear my hair over my face to keep the bruises on my face hidden. I didn't remember to cover up as much when I came to open the door for Rebecca, though, and now I'm paying for it.
I swallowed nervously as I raked my brains for something to say.
"Thalia, were you_ were you being abused? Is that why you left your old pack?" Rebecca asked, her eyes already tearing up, and I didn't even stop to think, I
