The Luna had never felt so tired. It was a level of exhaustion that crept into her bones like a cold, wet rain. Sometimes it beat down on her with ferocity, such as when the crazy prisoner opposite her broke into night terrors. Other times the exhaustion drizzled lightly over her, just enough to blur her vision. Yet, trickle upon her it did, never relenting.
The Omega servant finally came, around what Lucy assumed was dinner time on the third day of her captivity. It was impossible to accurately guess while in a cellar, but she'd had some experience counting time before. It had taken a lot of pleading with Imogen to leave the pup in her womb essentially unguarded, but her wolf finally agreed it was the best plan for escape.
He was a normal man. That was the best that could be said for h
