Zara’s POV
The life of a Romani is not meant to be easy, but it is meant to be free.
Freedom for a wolf is easy enough. It’s the liberty to run where they want, fight and mate whom they want, establish territory and join a territory at will, vote, consume, and raise a family wherever they want. Freedom for humans is basically defined by a separation from wolves: the freedom to do what wolves do without interference from wolves.
But what is freedom for a slave, which I had been these three years now? Was it simply not being chained and collared? Was it just some sort of mockery of my ambitions before I was enslaved? Was freedom just the absence of slavery?
When I lived with my family, performing as we liked, living as we liked, I never even thought of the concept of freedom as a concept
