~~~~Anya~~~~
The next morning felt so wrong, I noticed it the moment my legs stepped out into the pack house. Why must I keep feeling negative energy every damn morning? The air alone felt so cold. Too cold for the season we're in. Or maybe it only felt that way because of that heaviness that sat deeply inside my chest.
The event that folded the previous day with Meena and the servant from the courtyard kept replaying in my head every now and then, that alone made sleep to refuse to come easily. I had to force my eyes shut throughout the night and keep my head from blowing up. Every damn time I closed my eyes, their faces resurfaced. Those mockery, and laughters. That amusement they had in their eyes. As if I had become some sort of entertainment for them. Like a rejected mate who didn'
