Chapter One Hundred and Four
Drake kept his head down as he entered into the Jorvick pack house basement where the omegas worked and lived, nobody paid him any heed, he was just another omega, not important to even warrant a glance. For once in his life, he was happy for the anonymity of being a slave brought, nobody giving him a second glance, after all, in their opinion he was a nothing, and a nobody.
The basement was no worse than expected, hardly any daylight, small and cramped, with a smell of damp in the air. The corridors and rooms were filled with stick thin werewolves, who all looked like they would welcome death to take them away from the atrocity that was their life. Some were supporting obvious punishment injuries, and their wolves were so weak, they could no longer heal the
