#CHAPTER 67: Life as a Slave

Zara’s POV The life of a Romani is not meant to be easy, but it is meant to be free. Freedom for a wolf is easy enough. It’s the liberty to run where they want, fight and mate whom they want, establish territory and join a territory at will, vote, consume, and raise a family wherever they want. Freedom for humans is basically defined by a separation from wolves: the freedom to do what wolves do without interference from wolves. But what is freedom for a slave, which I had been these three years now? Was it simply not being chained and collared? Was it just some sort of mockery of my ambitions before I was enslaved? Was freedom just the absence of slavery? When I lived with my family, performing as we liked, living as we liked, I never even thought of the concept of freedom as a concept. Doing as we liked was just something that happened, like breathing the air and sleeping when we were tired. What did we care about “equal rights” or “ownership of property”? We were just living