Celine/ Rain's point of view
I could hear shouts from all over the place. The clouds slightly covered the moon, hindering any light source from penetrating the deep dark dungeon I called my home. The other she-wolves lay down on this hell hole's cold concrete floor, waiting for their demise. We were all slaves in this place: women, children, and everyone who sold to them.
I don't have any memories of how I came here or even know my name. I was told that my name was Celine. The old woman in charge of us told me I was on the brink of death when I arrived here years ago. She also told me that I was rejected. The bite mark on my collarbone was proof of rejection. According to her, I was probably claimed, but then my mate didn't like me anymore, so he rejected me and bit off the mark.
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