Teresa
When the Luna asked her husband to let me work, for a moment, I thought that was going to be another round of hell, but the whole thing turned out to be what I didn’t expect at all.
At first, she gave me a good tour of the Alpha house that evening, chatting and laughing all the way.
I wondered if she was intentionally trying to create a connection or if this was one of her tactics to make me feel at home before the real fire began to burn, but the next day proved to me, in fact, that I was wrong.
I’d braced myself for sharp voices and endless orders, and maybe some form of disguised humiliation in the form of a need for duty, but I didn’t meet any of those.
On the contrary, my days were controlled and quiet, almost to the point of being careful.
The Luna moved around the
