Elara's POV
“Maybe she turned to whoring.”
The word hits me like a slap in the face. My jaw clenches involuntarily before I can stop it, but neither of them seems to notice. The offhanded cruelty in the woman’s voice, the way she discusses me like I’m not even human, makes my blood boil.
How dare she? How dare they?
“Why hasn’t she woken up yet?” the woman continues. I hear the soft whisper of fabric as she moves, perhaps closer to the bars.
“She’s a latent shifter,” the man explains. “They’re weaker than full shifters. The sleeping potion affects them more strongly. It takes longer to wear off.”
They know what I am. They know I can’t shift, that I’m essentially powerless compared to any normal shifter. The information chills me more than the cold stone floor.
This wasn’t random. I
