TIA POV
I gasped for air, awaking from the same nightmare I had many times.
It was always the same, but it was as though adult me was watching and no matter how much I screamed and pleaded for nine-year-old me not to take that vile woman’s hand and not to follow her into the forest, little Tia didn’t hear me. She follows blindly.
That was the last time I ever allowed myself to trust anyone completely.
I looked around the bedroom. It was basic but clean, and that was all I could ask for. I never expected to have a room that I could come and go from. I expected to be chained somewhere and interrogated viciously. That was what we were told about random rogue packs. The Slaughtered Lambs pack was different. They were, I guess you could call them, reformed rogues, now established. This pack
