Velvet’s POV
A WEEK LATER
The hallway was dark and cold. I ran. Footsteps chased me. Their laughter echoed, sharp and cruel.
“Where do you think you’re going, Mate snatcher?” one shouted.
That word burned. Mate snatcher.
Different. An outcast. A reminder that I didn't belong.
Damn, I hate how they made that word sound.
“Mate snatcher.”
No...