Medusa's POV

He left me, my Rhysand left me. I was sitting under the soft glow of moon. The moon who abandoned me.

The woman who gave birth to me treated me like an animal, my young body appeared too fat for her to give me food, the scars from her hits healed physically but mentally it left a deep wound.

The man who protected me once pushed me forward, using me as a killing machine, I am an object for his welfare. A doll who can be used and abused till she is broken to tatters.

The friend whom I trusted all my life didn't think twice before pushing...