Selene's Pov
The stone beneath me was cold. Hard. But I didn't move.
Tears had dried on my cheeks hours ago, leaving nothing but the tight sting around my eyes. My fingers still trembled from the confrontation. My muscles ached, but it wasn't the bruises that made them sore. It was everything else...the weight of being hated, the humiliation, the mark burned into my flesh, the helplessness that clung to my skin like rot.
No one came for me.
That was the only mercy the night offered.
I kept waiting. I thought someone would barge in through the door any moment and drag me away—maybe to the dungeons, maybe to be whipped in front of the entire pack. After all, I'd struck back. I had thrown punches and that too as a slave.
But nothing happened.
