Layla’s POV
When Emma said that the dragon was our father in his beastly form, I could not take it. I had to get out of there. How could he show up now? Where has he been? The questions were flooding my mind and I felt my powers surfacing. If I didn’t put distance between me and the pack lands now, then it would be just like that time.
Flashback… Three years ago (Layla: age 15)
The burning pain of the belt came before I heard the sicking crack of leather of skin. My back was bleeding once more as the caretaker beat me for mouthing off again. It would have been no different, but this time I broke the bastard’s arm when he reached for one of the girls that was crying.
They always stressed that they wanted two things above all else… Obedience and silence. They never cared if we were scare
