She didn't know how long she sat there, lost in her thoughts.
Aurora was right, her words were a call to reality - no matter how painful.
And the worst part was that Rory no longer saw things the way a girl her age would've.
Being wolfless didn't mean being special - it meant being doomed, she thought to herself.
Doomed people got nothing good out of life - even if they worked harder than anyone else, her father always told her.
Climbing down from the bed, she wiped her eyes.
She was going to quit, damn the consequences. Then, she'll threaten the priest to finalize the bond-breaking process and hunt down the blasted wolf that forced her sister to grow up so fast.
But first, she needed to end the farce the King started.
She might be a peasant, but she wanted to be a peasant with a choice.
Glancing down at her peach-coloured gown, she nodded in approval. She wasn't dressed to impress, but she looked presentable.
