Chapter 8

Slave POV

I’m still locked up in this dungeon. I’m starving, but I’m no longer thirsty. It rained last night. A small pipe funnels through the wall and collects raindrops. I held my hands cupped together under it to catch the water and sipped it from my hands.

Every night, I look up at the moon through a tiny hole and feel as though the moon goddess is staring back at me. She makes me feel as if all of this is part of her plan, that everything will soon be alright. I have to be brave and try my best to keep surviving.

My thoughts are cut off when I hear footsteps coming. My heart starts to beat faster. Though I can’t see who it is, I know it’s Alpha Tate from his scent. His presence alarms me. I can feel his anger and his need to kill.

He opens the iron door. I look away, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing any fear I might have in my eyes. But Alpha Tate walks toward me and grabs my face.

“You’re still alive? I guess that’s a bonus for me,