Aria’s POVThey were on me again, for almost the third time this morning, for completely no good reason. My stepmother’s nails clawed across my arm as she dragged me from the kitchen floor. My step-sister, Lyra, kicked me hard in the ribs, laughing as I cried out.“Get up, slave,” Lyra spat. “You’re not allowed to rest, not when there’s work to do.”“Please—” I begged, my hands raised in a weak shield. “I’ll finish it. Just—please don’t—”I felt a hard slap across my face. My face stung from the blow, fresh tears streaming out. My stepmother’s voice followed like venom. “You should have died with that cursed mother of yours.”I bit my lip and didn’t reply. I had learned that talking back only made it worse. Lyra was behind me again, pulling my hair and hissing into my ear.“You’re filth. You’re not even a real wolf, you are just some half-blood trash, an Impure bitch,” she mocked, pulling my hair harder. They didn’t stop until I was crawling on the floor, bleeding from my cheek, my
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