Chapter 63

Wren's POV

"Heh."

A cold laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it. It echoed through the sterile hospital room, sharp as broken glass.

"No wonder the maids in the Grimjaw Pack look down on me," I said, my voice low, brittle with irony. "They call Daphne ‘Young Lady,' and me? Just ‘Miss Wren.' And they're not wrong."

I turned my gaze on Luna Maura and Torin Thorne-my so-called mother and brothe