Sylvia's POV:
"Werewolves outside the wall are born as prey. Our lives are destined to be traded to benefit the privileged. You asked me that night in the sewer why I didn't escape. Remember?" Felix looked up at me, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Do you understand it now? No one can escape. This is a cage, and countless invisible shackles bind us until the day we die."
I felt sorry for Felix. A little child had to endure so much pain and hardships.
"There will be a way to change this."
My words didn't seem to convince him. After all, our lives were insignificant in this strict hierarchy.
The wall wasn't a mere barrier. The rules Geoffrey and his people had built was like a huge mountain that couldn't be uprooted by simply people like us no matter how we wanted to change the system.
Even if we were determined to overturn the wall, the werewolves inside would undoubtedly be the first to object.
As Felix said, no one was innocent in this massive conspiracy system.
But I couldn't tell who was right and who was wrong.
No one could determine their birth and parents. Accepting new things was easy, but changing existing concepts required a lot of time and effort.
I knew the werewolves inside the wall already regarded those outside the wall as baits to feed the beasts. They didn't care about the lives of the people outside.
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