Cilla’s POV

I was rudely awoken in the morning. Mrs. Conway was hovering over me yelling in my ear.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Time to wake up and carry your belongings,” she said.

Rubbing my eyes, I sat up. It was morning but judging by the little light in the room, I could tell it was not yet six am.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “Carry my stuff to where.”

Had I been sold again? The sickening feeling buried itself inside me. “What is going on, Mrs. Conway. Am I being moved to another pack again? I swear I’m so tired. If Ridian wants to kill me,...