(Danika)
I have been in this hell hole for seven months. I wanted to contact my uncle and ask for help but I couldn’t. The Alpha always kept me busy. After all, I’m the pack slave. Yes, you heard me right, the pack slave. The Alpha of the Dry River Pack “stumbled” near my mother’s house while I was doing schoolwork. He said he was running from hunters and that he didn’t mean any harm. After a day of hiding, he said he knew who was responsible for the death of my brother and parents. I demanded to know who it was, but his only answer was “join my back and I will tell you.” My wolf was telling me not to, but I wanted to know- no I needed to know who was responsible for this. So, I joined his pack only to be brought back to his pack and be made the pack slave.
But these past two weeks the
