My parents sold me to a new group of ruthless owners when I was two. Everyday I would get beat, to the point where I don't feel any pain from it anymore. Everyday I would get yelled at, to the point where I don't hear it anymore. I don't feel anything, not even my wolf. I think he has given up and doesn't want to come. I don't feel anything, not even the touch of my own mate. My parents sold me when I was two and I am now twenty-five, my death is long overdue.