Sovia’s POV
“Just pray I die in this place—else I’ll dig out your heart myself.” I spat right on her feet.
Nanny Nicola didn’t flinch. She kept moving with the whip, trailing it from behind her. “My lady, how can you die? We need you alive. You’re the chosen one meant to bring glory to the Moonshade Pack.” She chuckled. It stretched over her red-tainted lips. Yet it didn’t reach her eyes.
“How can we possibly let you go?”
I panted, my own breath tasting like dust with a mixture of sweat and bitterness. Maybe even anger.
One of the guards hauled the chain that already bound my wrists. My flesh hissed from the silver already merging with skin. Its metallic scent twirled in the air, sending nausea inside my stomach.
“You have lost your way. It’s time to bring you back…” Nanny Nicol
