#Chapter 67 (Deonna) – Home Sweet Home

I haven’t been to my childhood home since I was a young girl. My last memory of this place was when the king’s army rampaged through the town and scavenged up the dark-furred wolves. They ripped the children from the comfort of their homes and brought them to the slave farm where they were beaten, raped, and tortured until the day they turned 18. Then, they were thrown into the homes of nobles and royals to work as slaves until they died. I was one of those children. There weren’t many dark-furred wolves in this village, but I remembered them accepting us to the best of their abilities. We were allowed to take part in their schools and obtain an education. That was my favorite part of the village. The commoners didn’t mess with us and allowed us to live in peace and work under them. However, we weren’t always safe; my family still worried for my safety if I were to stray too far from home. My parents adopted me when I was only 3 years old; I’m not sure what happened to my birt