Tiara's POV
The shed was the coldest, most miserable place I had ever been forced to sleep. The thin blanket did little to shield me from the dampness that clung to the straw. Every movement sent an itch crawling over my skin, but I lacked the energy to brush it away. Lying curled in the darkness, I focused on the rhythmic breathing of my wolf within my mind, trying to convince myself that this suffering would not last forever.
“This isn't the first or the worst punishment I've had to endure. It will end and I'll be fine. Luna Victoria might even be merciful enough to let me get back to the servants quarters when she sees that I've suffered enough.”
These were my words to myself as I laid in the darkness. I had earlier decided that crying was futile and there was no point to cry while
