Kat’s POV.
When I was seven years old, I was beaten half to death and left on no man’s land to die, this was after being locked in a basement for months on end with little to eat but the scraps of food and the coloured water they gave us and that too was after being kidnapped by strange men and watching my family and pack get slaughtered before my very eyes.
At that point, my seven year old self was content to just lie there and die. After all I’d lost the only things I gave a s**t about, my home, my family, my twin… I’d curled up into a ball and begged the moon goddess to bring death onto me so that I may be reunited with my family and maybe then I’d find the peace that my short life span on this planet could never give me.
But like the b***h that she was, the moon goddess sent Prima F
