Sheep in Wolf's Clothing
Sir Tonja walked up to us and tried to separate us, but her grip on me was ironclad.
"How dare you seduce my mate, whore!" She yelled, kicked, tore, and beat me.
I was crying now, trying to defend myself. I had never tried such a thing. We staggered around the tent, pushing down things, and Sir Tonja pleaded with his mate to let me go. When the pull on my hair became intense, I reached for the knife on the wooden chest in the kitchen and cut off my hair, which Madam Zora gripped. She fell on her butt with a heavy thud, and I became free. My hair was on fire. But when I looked up, a few people were gathered at the entrance of the tent, staring at me in bewilderment.