Enya pov

I climb the tree and find a branch sufficient to support my body weight. Not that I have much of it left- I struggle to find food in these parts of the woods. Free land is dangerous, full of rogues and banished monsters, but I love it here. I feel like I belong. I am as much of a monster as they are, but the difference is that they had no choice, while I became one by choice. 

My gaze sweeps over the trees and wanders down to the ground. Finally, most of the rogues have moved on, and I don't have to fight off any more. Every...