Canan's POV
Escaping from the hands of my uncle and Alpha Cyrus was a very tough action that I had to take. Every day I stayed was another day of torture. Another day of humiliation. Another day, I lost a piece of myself. They took everything—my family, my dignity, my innocence.
The only thing I had left was my life. The night I finally escaped, I knew if they caught me, death would be a mercy compared to what they'd do. But staying would have killed me anyway. Hunger and lack of shelter was nothing compared to my life in the hands of those beasts.
I would rather trade a life as a homeless kid than to keep up with that torture. But luckily, I found refuge in a foster home. It wasn't much of a nice experience, but it offered me a place to lie my back while the storm raged outside, and I
