Ella's POV

I had tears in my eyes as I looked at the marks on the wrists of everyone, even that of the children. I knew how hard their lives would have been. After all, I had lived their lives and been in their shoes. I couldn't imagine how anyone would be cruel to enslave children.

Even as werewolves that we were, with wolves living in us, we were less beastly than the bastards living in utopia.

"You must have seen hell in utopia town." The leader asked.

I ...