Haylie POV
I was beginning to accept the terms of the life I found myself in—not that I was happy about it, but I had no other choice.
Far from home, in a town full of wolves, I knew escape was impossible. My scent was covered, which gave me some safety, but what good was that? I had no money, no allies, and I was only sixteen. What could a young girl like me possibly do?
This was my life now, and I could only hope that, with time, I would find a way back home.
The thought of Liam and Melody made my stomach churn. The way she looked like me, acted like me... it disgusted me.
I tried not to dwell on the image of him kissing her or holding her because it made me physically ill. The betrayal gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside. If I let those thoughts consume me, I wouldn't survive here.
My focus shifted as I poured water into a mug, watching the steam rise as I prepared my tea.
