Raven’s POV
What was that about?
I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, tracing the dark timber beams with my eyes for the hundredth time. Maya’s voice still echoed in my skull. Child of the moon. Far more than anyone presumes.
More than what, exactly? More than a discarded daughter? More than a convenient key to a throne?
There was a time I believed my future was to be a queen, although I didn’t have my wolf. I always thought I could at least be happy, but now I don’t think it’s possible. I am meant to be ridiculed and lied to.
First by my family, then by my supposed mate, and even when it seems like I was given a second chance at life- a wolf and new powerful mates who should want me above reason- somehow I still ended up as a pawn.
Thinking about all the time I wasted talking
