Didn’t I Summon you, Sabrina?

Sabrina’s POV

I ran, my bare feet sinking into the muddy ground, my breath coming in sharp gasps. The sound of footsteps grew louder as they chased me, the orange glow of their torches revealing how close they were.

I lost my footing and fell. When I looked back, I saw them more clearly—there were about a hundred of them, their eyes eerily white and devoid of pupils. They seemed lost, almost like they had no control over themselves. But one thing was certain: they were after me...or perhaps not.

I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for my end. My years of endless suffering were finally coming to a close.

One…Two…Three…

I counted in my head, expecting their sharp fangs to pierce through my neck, but it never happened. Instead, there was only silence. I could hear their footsteps slowly fading away.

Cautiously, I opened my eyes and saw no sign of them.

Where did they go? Did they see me?

A loud shriek jolted me out of my thoughts. Where did that come from? I got up and followed the sound. I tracked the wolves' footsteps, leading me to the most horrific, lifeless body I had ever seen.

I fell to the ground, covering my mouth in shock, trying to stifle the scream that threatened to escape.

The lifeless body lay sprawled on the ground, torn apart in a way that made my stomach churn. The sight was horrifying—limbs twisted at unnatural angles, deep gashes running across what was left of the torso, and the face... Oh, the face. It was the worst of all; eyes wide open, staring blankly at the night sky, devoid of life. Blood pooled around the mutilated body, the metallic scent threatening to make me retch.

I tried to make sense of what was happening when another loud shriek came. No, it wasn’t one. Thousands of screams erupted at once, threatening to destroy my eardrums.

In horror, I traced the sounds but then something was wrong. This place was all too familiar. I know this place. I walked with hastier footsteps then it all just came to me. This was Red moon pack. This was my pack.

My hurried steps turned into a full sprint until I crashed into a tree, only that I didn’t feel any pain. I passed right. through it.

I was in too much of a daze to figure out what that was and I kept on running until I reached the pack house borders and met a trail of lifeless bodies sprawled all over the ground. Some had transformed into their wolves while others never even got the chance to fight back.

I ran deeper into the pack and found the wolves snarling and biting every soul they could find. I stood still, unable to move a single muscle at the sight before me.

Why weren't the wolves attacking me? Couldn't they see me? As that thought flashed through my mind, a wolf suddenly fixed its gaze on me. His eerie white eyes locked onto mine, and he bared his bloody fangs, letting out a terrifying growl.

I froze, fear paralyzing me. My feet were rooted to the ground. My eyes widened as the wolf slowly advanced, causing me to stumble and fall to the ground.

The closer he came, the more I knew I needed to run, but I couldn't move. I shut my eyes tightly, bracing myself to accept my fate for the second time that night until...

"Sabrina! Sabrina!! Sabrina!!!"

Someone yelled my name, shaking me vigorously. My eyes flew wide open, my breathing ragged. It took me some time to recognize my surroundings until they finally landed on Anne who had an ugly scowl on her face.

It was all a dream.

“Raunchy dreams?” she remarked with a sly smile, “Seeing how sweaty you are, he must have rammed you real hard.”

“What do you want ?” I asked ignoring her taunts. My nonchalant response seemed to strike a nerve, as Anne violently grabbed my chin and spoke through gritted teeth,

“That better not have been Alpha Damon you were dreaming about because if it was…”

“…and if it was, what would you do?” I said calmly. She released my chin forcefully, tilting my head to the side.

“Alpha Damon wouldn’t even spare you a glance.

To him you’re nothing but an object. A slave.” She scoffed and made to leave with her head up high before she halted her steps, “Speaking of Alpha Damon, He wants you to meet him at the dining. Don’t keep him waiting.” And with that, she left.

I sank into my bed with a loud sigh the moment Anne left. Bizarre of her to think I had the hots for my enslaver, someone I had never seen, but that was the last thing on my mind right now. My weird dream consumed my thoughts. I tried to decipher it. The wolves, my pack, being able to walk through trees…

I ran my fingers through my damp hair. Anne was right, I sweated buckets because my fingers couldn’t even pass through the wet locks of my hair.

I sighed again. Maybe I should take the dream to be just what it was…a weird dream.

I shook my head got rid of any more thoughts of the dream and started my morning.

I made my bed, the creaky wooden frame shaking as I smoothed the wrinkly sheets. My room. A tiny space carved out from a storage room down in the basement.

Just a few days ago, this room was a cluttered storage area, packed to the brim with boxes, old furniture, and dusty ornaments. It was a chaotic mess, with barely enough room to squeeze through the narrow pathways between the stacks of stuff.

Looking around, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had decluttered everything, stacking them up in one corner of the room.

Even though it was still cramped, I had created a manageable area for myself.

I took a quick shower and headed out to the kitchen not wanting Anne to barge in again with her loud voice, yelling about how I’m no longer a princess but a slave and should act like one.

Just as I exited my room, a hand suddenly grabbed me and pinned me to the wall.

“Didn’t I summon you, Sabrina?” a low, deep voice boomed throughout the basement.