Fed To The Dogs

Kaelia POV

The stinging on my cheek from Torin's harsh slap faded into the numb, biting chill of the wind. Water poured from my soaked clothes, pooling on the cold stone of the courtyard. I stood there, an unmoving statue, while Torin's fist remained tightly bunched in the wet fabric of my shirt.

The Moonborn. The title echoed in my mind, a bitter mockery of what my existence had become. In the