Scarlett's POV
I slipped out of the back servants' entrance, moving like a ghost through the long shadows of the late afternoon. The packhouse was buzzing with preparations for tomorrow's festivities; tomorrow, being my birthday, is also the memorial day for Luna Olivia.
I walked until my lungs burned, pushing through thorns and thick brush until I reached the ruins. This was where we had lived before the world broke. Our small cottage was mostly reclaimed by the earth now, the roof caved in and covered in moss.
Behind the skeleton of the house, I sank to my knees before two small mounds of earth.
When they executed my parents, they didn't give them a proper burial. They threw their bodies into the deep ravine at the edge of the territory, letting the scavengers have what was left. They said traitors didn't deserve a place in the pack's hallowed ground.
