CHAPTER 37
Storm’s
It’s been weeks since I woke up in the MoonHound Pack hospital. My new line of duty is now directly at the pack house, and it is definitely not a role I would ever be proud to utter. It was a symbol of how low I had fallen. The only reason why I was still tolerating the insolent attitudes of everyone in this pack was because I had to gain their trust until I finally found the best escape plan, or any rash action could lead him to finding me yet again. My new “home” was now the pack house—a sprawling castle-like fortress that reeked of dominance and wealth, and I was Lucien’s personal slave.
Lucien, the mastermind of my misery, had travelled to Italy, and to keep me busy, he appointed the headmistress of the pack to do as she wishes. And f*****g hell, that woman took
