DIANA'S POV
This is the first time I have gone deep into this pack since I came here.
There are different sizes of cabins around, some big, some small, while others are very tiny.
As the carriage moves deeper, each cabin looks more dilapidated than the last. There’s a haunting quiet in this place even though people are passing by.
Most look starved.
They raise their bowed heads to look at me. Some don’t keep their gaze for long, while the others who do stare at me with anger in their eyes.
Xiana tugs my hand, drawing my attention away from the people. “Are you listening?”
I nod, forcing a smile. “Yes,” I lie.
The aura around this place makes me feel sick. It reminds me painfully of how I grew up. My parents were penniless, unable to afford even a meal a day. It makes me feel grat
