CHELSIE
I found myself falling for the same routine of counting days, only now, I didn’t know what I was counting for. In the past, I had a solid plan. Well... it was as solid as I could.
Once I reach eighteen, I will escape this pack even if it means becoming a rogue and running away for the rest of my life. I was so willing to do all of that just to get away from here. Just so I could be free from their judging eyes and their spite.
But now, my hope was dwindling that I could still escape this place. With or without a person to heal, I feel like I’m being siphoned and left empty all the time. It’s exhausting and dehumanizing all at the same time.
“Get up there, Chelsie… I mean, Luna.” Axena ordered but trailed off in the end, probably reminding herself of my title that didn’t really
