Lucy's POV
WEEKS LATER
Once again, I found myself at the mercy of others. Treated like trash, and unfortunate enough to be treated like my life didn't matter. There was no difference between myself and mere scrap found on the earth, and the Shadow Howl made sure that each and every day we were spared from death, we knew, and we were thankful for the . . . privilege.
I had survived my near-fatal wounds, but with what followed after, I started to entertain the idea that death would have been better. Maybe the only thing that kept me going was the thought of the people I loved, and the fact that I didn't want to leave behind.
After we had been subdued by the enemy, they gathered what was left of the pack leaders. The woman who had stabbed me turned out to be the leader of their movement, and they called her Admiral Fern. Her name didn't do justice to her character, for she was an unyielding personality, capable of so much evil, and yet, able to turn away without a second glance or though
