Olivia’s POV
Later that night, while I was sitting in my usual spot at the base of Damien’s bed, my thoughts stayed with my kin. I didn’t know how long they had been denied food until now, but I did know they couldn’t endure this much longer.
Everyone needed to eat, especially those that were forced into hard labor. To deny them food wasn’t just keeping them weak enough to not rebel, it was also endangering them physically and mentally.
People even as strong the werewolves could only be pushed so far.
Yet, up in this tower, what could I really do about it? Yeah, I had more allowances than the other slaves, curtesy of the man who called himself my master, but I wasn’t free by any means. Duke Damien wasn’t beholden to me in any way. He certainly wasn’t going to do any favors for me.
Eve
