Werewolf

Cercei's POV 
"Hey, wake up," Mam&agrave; gently shook me, stirring me from my sleep. I rubbed my weary eyes and let out a sleepy yawn.
"Are we there yet?" I mumbled, still groggy and half-asleep.
She disregarded my question and focused on the peephole.
"We're almost there, sweetheart. We need to find a place to hide," she whispered urgently, searching our surroundings for a suitable spot.
"No," I immediately protested when she looked towards the box where the chickens used to be. We had eaten all of them, leaving nothing but poop and feathers behind.
"If someone spots us, we'll end up in jail, and Monsieur will bail us out, only to drag us back to that mansion. Before we know it, you'll be back to scrubbing floors."
I let out a resigned sigh.
"Fine."
The chicken box was far from spacious or comfortable, not to mention the overpowering stench it emitted. I had to pinch my nose and hold m

Cercei's POV 
Starting a new life in an unfamiliar world turned out to be more difficult than I expected. I grew up in a mansion where I had to do repetitive chores like cleaning and scrubbing. But in this new place, there were many different things to do.
Since we were staying here, it seemed fair for us to help out. Surprisingly, Mam&agrave; started working in the tailoring shop on the second floor. I never knew she could sew. It made me realise that there were things about my mother's life that I still didn't know. As for me, I ended up serving customers at the café.
Honestly, I wasn't very good at it. Luckily, Aunt Melanie was kind and patient, even when I made mistakes like burning bread or serving bad coffee. She let me continue taking orders in the end.
It wasn't all bad, though. I did have some previous experience in this kind of work, even if it didn't go well in the past. Deali

Cercei's POV
Just like déj&agrave; vu, following that fateful night, we were once again expelled from the grand mansion, this time, it's permanent.
Vienna refused to let us retrieve any of our belongings; the guards callously dragged us out, throwing us onto the cold street with nothing but bloodied wounds.
As if matters couldn't deteriorate further, the heavens opened up, drenching us in relentless rain. We stood there, soaked and disheartened, in the middle of the bustling streets. My mother wept, repeating her apologies for the umpteenth time, while I stared blankly at the expanse of the sky above.
At this moment, I found myself incapable of shedding tears; my emotional reservoir had run dry. Exhaustion consumed me, preventing the expression of any sentiment. I had finally come to accept my unfortunate fate-a curse from the heavens, denying me the privilege of happiness.
I spent my wh

Cercei's POV 
"Hey, wake up," Mam&agrave; gently shook me, stirring me from my sleep. I rubbed my weary eyes and let out a sleepy yawn.
"Are we there yet?" I mumbled, still groggy and half-asleep.
She disregarded my question and focused on the peephole.
"We're almost there, sweetheart. We need to find a place to hide," she whispered urgently, searching our surroundings for a suitable spot.
"No," I immediately protested when she looked towards the box where the chickens used to be. We had eaten all of them, leaving nothing but poop and feathers behind.
"If someone spots us, we'll end up in jail, and Monsieur will bail us out, only to drag us back to that mansion. Before we know it, you'll be back to scrubbing floors."
I let out a resigned sigh.
"Fine."
The chicken box was far from spacious or comfortable, not to mention the overpowering stench it emitted. I had to pinch my nose and hold my breath to endure it.
As the train came to a stop, Mam&agrave; placed her index finger ag

Chapter 30 Aunt Melanie