Chapter 19. A Glass of Malice

Day one has indeed already started as Sasha only bit her lower lip when her stomach rumbles.

‘I’m hungry…’ But that’s the only thing she can do. Whisper. And hope.

And probably close her eyes again for another hour as the sun started its descent into the skies. The tangerine light that bathed the room did not wither her impatient-ness. Yes she’s eager for these freaking three days to pass immediately, but that would also mean that she will be back to her usual routine as a Slave of the Fire Moon Pack.

Or probably not.

“Isn’t that exciting?” Her brows furrowed at Annika, her fellow Slave that she just had a full conversation at the very moment. Most of the time Annika spent on watching the pig’s pen—and sleeping with them of course since no Slaves have their own quarters, they rarely talk to one another, apart from those tight nods they exchanged when they senses that Cal will whip or torment them again. “Alpha Alain said that we’ll no longer be Slaves if we m