Amber
I closed my eyes against the burning tears. The air around me was suffocating, filled with scents of urine and debris.
Along with eleven more females, I was abducted by rogues who aimed to sell us to a secret slave market by the end of that week. That was what I had heard the guards stationed outside our pathetic excuse of a room say. They kept us on the verge of starvation, only feeding us a piece of bread and some water. But they would not allow us to use the restroom, afraid we would try to escape.
I was taken from the Nightfall pack in Sacramento, a newly formed pack consisting of werewolves who came from dismantled packs that had fallen in attacks. We had too little manpower to protect our females. Our leader, Nate, was a warmhearted warrior who survived our previous pack's a
