Ava's POV
I thought the dawn goddess had changed my life to fit her sob story. Maybe she really hasn't.
Maybe I was saved.
Maybe if she hadn't come to kidnap me and sell me away, I would still be in that dark place.
Away.
This was my life every day, sitting here, watching through her eyes as she did her things while I could only remember. Keep on remembering that I was Ava Santo. Omega of the gothic moon pack, fated to be an alpha.
I would escape. Even if it meant the death of my original body.
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As my consciousness slowly returned, I found myself in a moving car.
My head throbbed with pain, and my hand was bandaged, a dull ache radiating from the injury. My eyes felt tight and red from the hours of crying, and I was disoriented and scared.
I tried to speak, to call out
