Freya
It had been days since Ava had been ripped to shreds on the garden lawn, and I had hardly slept a wink. My eyebags had eyebags, appearing almost bruised from nightly panic attacks. Every weird noise brought me back to that moment.
The snarling wolf monster. The pungent, metallic odor of blood in the air. The dismembered corpse of Ava, her gray, lifeless, eyes staring into the grass and her jaw slacked in horror.
What made it even worse is no one asked about her. In fact, even though Damien had said not to mention her, I asked a few of the other servants about her and they all acted like she never existed.
I knew it was probably for their own safety, but damn it, Ava existed. She had been just as important as any of the rest of us, and I refused to be gaslit into believing I’d
