Ella's POV
I had tears in my eyes as I looked at the marks on the wrists of everyone, even that of the children. I knew how hard their lives would have been. After all, I had lived their lives and been in their shoes. I couldn't imagine how anyone would be cruel to e*****e children.
Even as werewolves that we were, with wolves living in us, we were less beastly than the bastards living in utopia.
"You must have seen hell in utopia town." The leader asked.
I hesitated, wondering if it was a test or a means to bonding with them. I decided to be honest.
"I was sold as a s*x slave to the count." I said.
Someone hissed among the crowd. "I heard he is a p*****t. I guess the rumors about him were true."
"Were they all sold as slaves?"
"No. They came to get me from there." I glanced at Kev
