POV: Elena
It had been three years since I was taken out of the dungeon. During that time, I had been beaten and abused by what seemed like the whole pack. I had lost a great deal of weight and was now very thin.
Anytime anyone mentioned me, I was referred to as the girl who took off her father's head. Some people avoided me entirely, which made my job a little easier. I was so grateful to have Snow, because the beatings had been getting more and more frequent. Even Jen had joined in. All those years of friendship — just gone.
She knew better than anyone how much I loved my father, but I believed Lynx's influence had made her see things his way. I had gotten used to the occasional hits and slaps, until they stopped getting a reaction out of me. People would hit me, and I would get back
