The Hated Slave Luna.
I wipe snot from my nose, unable to control the flow of tears, my mom's face flashes in my memory and I cry harder, remembering her death, how I had come to be a slave in this pack, how I wish my mom was still alive.
My legs give out and I crumble from the squat position I was in, sitting on the bare ground, unable to stop crying, tremors wrack my body as the tears flow harder and harder.
My shoulders are shaking so hard, it's rattling my bones, I guess everything is just too much for me to handle at once and this is my body's way of trying to find relief, regardless, I cry until I feel like my voice is gone, my throat is scratchy and my eyes are drooping.
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