Tata L.

I marked a red X on the calendar, which already had more marks than needed to reach the day circled in a huge green circle. That circular day was my eighteenth birthday, the date when my captivity in the High Moon Hill pack would end, almost nine years since I arrived as a hostage after my original pack lost a territorial war. As a guarantee of peace, a hundred boys and girls had to move to the territory of the victors. When I was assigned to work in the Pack House, I thought I had the best luck because the other hostages were sent to work in the fields. I couldn't have been more wrong. I knew the Pack House would be a true hell from the moment I entered and encountered Alpha Damian's quadruplets. The Alpha's four sons were true demons for whom the hostage was the new pet their dad had bought.