TIARA’S POV
I sat in my room, listening. The walls of the royal pack house were thick, but sound carried when you paid enough attention. Lately, I had learned to listen well. It helped me know when to move and when to stay out of sight.
It saved me a lot of abuse. Luna Victoria would have to make up a good reason for beating me up if she did that now. This would have been the life I was content with a few days ago— simply doing what I was asked and not getting beaten and wounded in so many places that sleeping would be difficult at night. But now, I couldn't say I was content with this life. This was not the life I wanted.
Perhaps, I was beginning to deserve better than I did few months back.
I sighed.
“You've always deserved better. Maybe you've never really allowed yourself think
