Annette's p.o.v

Why is he keeping me around as his slave? Why can't he let me go away and find happiness elsewhere? 

Why is he tormenting me day and night? What's so special with me?

I don't want to even believe she's dating my best friend Anastacia. It makes me dizzy to only imagine he's going to make her the Luna so that she will turn me into her donkey.

I don't want to trust my instincts anymore though l almost lost my feet when l saw her in the dining room with Marcus. 

I would better die as young as l am than stay alive to serve the person we have grown and played together in our childhood era.

I was so lost engulfed in my own thoughts that l didn't notice the iron tray land on the floor from the top most shelf l was cleaning. 

It somehow jolted me back to reality...

"Hey," came the feminine voice from behind. I slowly turned got her staring at me with her hands akimbo. Her blank emotionless face almost made me drop from the stool.

"What does she want?" I muttered as l got off. 

Rita... Marcus' personal chef. One person who never talked to me since l ever knew her. I used to wonder if she did the same to everyone else.

"Why are you so careless with the utensils? Can't you be abit careful with whatever you lay your hands on? Miss slave Luna," she sneered.

I never knew she was that arrogant while her face depicted the most polite personality of her. Her flat voice reminded me of the ups and downs my late mother went through before her demise.

"This pack is for wolves and not humans. I don't know why you have not been eliminated but it's only a matter of time. We shall get the right Luna in place. Yeah... Very soon and she's just yards away," she continued.

My subconscious mind went back to Anastacia...

I gazed at her from the corner of my eyes. I gnawed my teeth as anger boiled inside me. For the few minutes we stared at each, l restrained myself from bouncing on her with kicks and blows.

I zoomed past her and ran into the open field behind the pack house. "No way..." I muttered as l increased my pace against the strong prevailing wind that blew away my tears.

I found myself at the same spot that made me feel the loneliest person I'm the pack. The particular spot that reminded me of the fears, the past and the dark fate awaiting me.

The pack grave yard...

Only the whistling of the pine trees and the chirping of two crickets made the place livelier. The wind suddenly stopped blowing and the place became dead silent with beams of light from the sun that was peeping from the dark clouds.

I looked around and spotted the two mounds of soil that mattered the most. I found myself on my knees with streams of tears down my sad and swollen cheeks.

I hated coming here... I didn't want to but it's the only place l found some sort of comfort l couldn't find in the pack house or anywhere else.

Maybe mum was watching me go through the worst from the dull heavens. I refused to believe that Marcus was going to make Anastacia the Luna but the thought still lingered and tormented my soul.

"Why me ...?" I muttered as l laid my hands on my mum's grave.

"They say l killed you," l cried as my stears sunk into the soil. A gentle breeze blew into my hair and l got that feeling that someone was watching me.

I wished l had a wolf in me, maybe Marcus would have seen the sense of making me the Luna of the pack. Maybe he wouldn't have turned me into a slave.

I made up my mind not to give up not until l retained my rightful position in the pack. The very position that had been snatched from my hands already by my mate.

I lost part of me the day he blatantly rejected me before the pack members. Madisonville Pack became more of a prison to me since that day.

The constant feeling that someone was watching me remained in my instincts no matter how l tried to push it away.

I raised my head on time just to find myself staring in the eyes of a black rogue. I slowly stood up while shaking and trembling. Not once had l ever encountered a rogue before.

This one looked furious than the stories l had been told by mum before she passed away. "What do you want from me?" I yelled fearfully.

"Am taking you along whether you like or not. Make no mistake or else l will tear you into pieces right now!" He growled as he moved closer to me.

It was almost dark with nightfall preparing to take over. No one will believe if l tell them l encountered a rogue. They might think l just wanted to escape.

I don't know where the courage came from... I quickly seized the twig from the ground and hit him so hard that he passed out on the spot.

I took away the silver necklace from his neck and ran towards the pack house. I had to stay alive to fight and endure hoping that one day Marcus would change his mind and treat me better.

I longed for that day that he will heal my soul with romance. It will be my day of resurrection. I cautiously stepped into the Pack house and headed for the dining room.

I couldn't remember the last time l had put something in my mouth. I had just taken some water when l spotted the golden necklace on the floor. 

It obviously belonged to Marcus...

So unsual that he had forgotten it. I quickly picked it up and headed to his room. 

The soft moans got my ears even before l could raise my hand to knock on the door. I prayed and wished that it shouldn't be what l was thinking about.

I decided...