Chapter 2

Freya's p.o.v

My eyes opened slowly as the sun rays fell on my face. I woke up to the murmur of some merchants calling out their wares. And then there was a noise from the two guys that had attacked me the other time.

"Damn it, King. We should sell that human coat too. Can't believe I have to keep wearing that thing every night in order to hunt."

"Well, how the fuck are we going to be successful in getting more slaves if we don't pretend to be or act like them. You dummy," King replied by tapping the other guy with red hair by the back of his head.

My eyes darted around as I finally gained consciousness. I had been put in a cage made of thick woods there wouldn't be any chance of escaping even if I dared to. I looked at the environment to meet the most unexpected twist of my life.

I have been brought to what looks like a market square, but what baffles me is how the people are dressed. They are so different from our modern wears back at Homines and they look like they are living in the archaic kind of era instead— civilized yet somewhat far from civilization, if I were to put it in words. It feels so surreal!

There were many activities going on at the market , but all seem no different from mine. There were cages of different sizes and it was obvious the people inside were just like me —humans.

I rose from the floor in the cage and King's eyes fell on me somehow as the other guy continued with attracting buyers like I am some type of commodity. King smiled.

"She's awake, Klaus."

Klaus paused. He turned to face me then smiled. "Blessed be the moon goddess. What a beautiful young human. I bet she'll be our biggest cash out. Don't you think so King?"

King nodded and I could only wish I could find every means possible to get the hell out of here. Both King and Klaus continued to advertise me to potential buyers passing by and my eyes continued to dart around.

My heart hurt at the sight of a girl trying to resist being taken away by some men from afar. I looked away.

"How much for her?" A woman probably in her early fifties with a tint of grey hair asked, standing in front of my cage. Her eyes are beautiful but her chubby physique, smile and aura were more captivating.

I only look down at my toes, unable to make eye contact with her.

"50, ma'am," King answered, a trail of excitement in his voice.

"I'll give you 100," another voice interrupted from nowhere.

I look up to see a hefty man with a scar on his left eye. He looks so scary to look at and I began to pray the woman would get me instead. I felt my throat bob subconsciously.

Klaus and King only looked at each other, dumbfounded, yet pleased. It's going to be a good day for them I suppose.

"I'll give you 200," the old lady said, confident with her words, her eyes glaring at the hefty man like they were some rivalry or something.

"I'll give 2000," he blurted out.

"5000," the old lady said.

The pain was evident on the man's face after he lost at $5000 and he snarled at the old lady before backing off.

The old lady looked at me and smiled instead.

Klaus hurriedly came to uncage me and free the shackles in my hands. "There you go, little human."

A cart came along shortly after and the old lady led me in. It's obvious she's of high dignitary in the underworld or highly influential. I felt safe and relieved a bit knowing I am in her arms.

"I know you must be feeling sad right now. But don't worry too much about it OK. I have a few other humans like you at home, I'm sure you'd love them." she smiled as the cart moved.

I nodded and played with my fingers instead.

"What's your name by the way, dear?"

"Freya, ma'am."

The old lady's head bobbed. "A beautiful name for a beautiful human."

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We arrived at a manor at what feels like noon and two people came to receive us as we emerged. They were two young girls, pretty much like sisters and in their late teens.

"Mother!"

They air kissed their mother but after a while their gaze fell on me.

"Who is she, mother?" one of them asked, her eyes are almond shaped just like their mother. "Did you just get her from the slave market too?"

"This is Freya, girls. She will be working as a new maid in the manor henceforth."

"Hello, Freya. Welcome to our abode. I'm Evelyn," one of the girls said.

"And I'm Elina," the other girl followed suit.

They seem sweet and I reciprocated them with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Evelyn. Nice to meet you, Elina."

"You are so beautiful by the way," Elina blurted.

"Oh, thank you. So are you."

"Evelyn, why don't you show Freya her room. I'm sure she'd be needing a good amount of rest," Elina and Evelyn's mother said, facing me. "Those eyes are definitely too tired not to get one."

"Sure, Mother."

I trailed behind Evelyn as we entered the manor and I couldn't help but admire the wolf paintings on the wall as we pass the terrace.

We reach a door step after about what felt like fifteen minutes and Evelyn opened the door to the room.

"I hope you like it here, Freya," she smiled, pacing around the room and opening the windows for sun rays and ventilation. "You can let me know if you don't. There are other rooms you mi..."

"No, Evelyn," I cut her off. "This is perfect. Thank you."

"Very well then. The bathroom is just there by the corner," she explained. "I'll get you some clothes and something to eat. You must be hungry now."

I heard my stomach rumble at the mention of food and I promise Evelyn was right. I haven't eaten anything since dinner last night before I got kidnapped by the Lycans.

"Hmm," I hummed, bobbing my head up and down. "Thank you, Evelyn."