Celeste
“No. No. I don’t work with poisons. It’s not true. I never worked with poisons.” I couldn’t explain what was happening to me, but my mind was caught up in a web of memories I never wished to relive ever again.
“This poison would make you feel like you were dead, Celeste, but guess what, it wouldn’t kill you. Your father selected it specifically for you.” The poison master of the Moon Howler Pack taunted me that fateful day, just like the days before.
It was as if he just wanted me to suffer, no matter how. He never gave me the chance to have a breather, and I could never tell why.
The man always looked like he had a vendetta against me but would never speak about it. Even I was too scared to ask him.
“No. No. I won’t take any poison. I won’t take anything. I’m sick and tired
