Lana
My knees were scraped, a group of marked children around me towering over me. The orphanage caregivers sneered at me as I ran past them back inside of the big building to cry in my bunk bed.
Can’t trust anyone. Don’t trust anyone. The adults don’t care, they think the same thing. You’re worthless. You don’t belong here.
I am a little older now, maybe seven. I needed to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night when I heard my new foster parents talking to each other.
“It’s too much trouble, do you know what my friends are saying? Why can’t they take her to a human orphanage? She is much more suited for those humans.” My foster mom whispered to her mate.
“Because she is already integrated in the pack lifestyle. She’s still little so they’re worried that she m
