Warning: The author created a fiction of the ocean in the city of Oklahoma in this book. Since it is a work of fiction and an author's imagination, there's no limit to whatever the creator wants to do with his or her fictional World. This is to clarify a bit of confusion when you read about a river in this Oklahoma City. - THE PAST: The entire Blue Moon Packhouse was on fire. Bodies littered like the messy deeds of a child. This was unfair. A total massacre by the Blood Moon Pack. The attack led by the leader of the Blood Moon Pack, Alpha Hero Ian, was unreasonable and a show-off of his power."Kill whatever has life in it! Spread the fear!" The 6ft strong man had roared to his followers, charging them more to carry on with their madness.Cries of the innocent and vulnerable were heard. It sounded like animals in pain. Of course, they were in pain. Children, men, and women were all killed. Houses were set on fire and every other thing was brought to the ground.Alpha Hero stood firm

As if the day was even against Freya, immediately she started cleaning the packhouse, Dante woke up. Every morning before every other person even nurture the idea of opening their eyes, Freya would scramble off her bed, which was nothing more than pieces of rags and worn-out sheets thrown out by the others. She would often go around to gather whatever they weren't using, tossed into the bin, and select the ones she could make use of.Before the others, Freya would rush to the packhouse to bathe. She dare not use the convenience made for the others, or she would get beaten and locked up. Freya was instructed to use the convenience made for the 'Tahilas.' Tahilas were people who committed one offense or the other and were awaiting their execution day. Those were who saw Freya as a person with flesh and blood like them. She befriended them and, before their execution, would spend so much time with them when she wasn't running around. Whenever she learned of their death, she would run deep

She knew she should be afraid. A strange guy giving her the chilly remembrance of one person, she would do anything to have his memory erased from her head. This guy with his stupid perfect hair popping out of nowhere, staring at her like he was about to devour her, should terrify her. But it didn't.He hadn't been there when Freya had first stopped and climbed out of the car. He must have arrived when she'd bent over to get the phone, which meant he'd seen every bit of her round backside hugged by her skintight dress.This stretch of road was deserted. Eerily so. The streets in this area were always packed, but once outside the city, it was possible to find long stretches of highway empty of traffic, such as the one Freya drove down to get to the company every day.There was no one out here, no one speeding along the straight road to rescueher. No one but herself in a now-rumpled dress that wouldn't make quite the impression she had hoped on her business partner. And, the tall man s

He got into the car as Freya slid into the driver's seat, inches away from him.Her fingers ran over the steering wheel as she made a competent U-turn on the still-empty road, she drove, somewhat slowly, back toward Tulsa.After what happened to Freya, she developed an overly kind heart. To her, she vowed never to be the source of another person's pain or sadness. Whosoever she came across, got a piece of her bright spirit that shared happiness and love. Freya stayed away from anything that could trigger her panic attack or remind her of who she was before she earned her freedom.Freya attempted to talk to him. She liked to chatter, this female. The stranger was fine with sitting back and listening to her, scenting her and watching her.As they neared the city and the road started getting busier, Freya lifted her cell phone and called her boss. She explained she'd be late, then held the phone from her ear while a male voice on the other end spoke loudly in an unfamiliar accent.Freya

With nothing else in her mind except frustration, anger, hatred, and bitterness, Freya drove the highest limit she has ever used in a car. She gripped the steering wheel a bit too tight that her knuckles turned white. She couldn't believe that the devil's son had to catch up with her after everything they did to her. She wasn't running away because she couldn't stand up to Dante. But because she would have murdered someone due to all the emotions she felt at the moment."Cruel bastard!" she screamed into thin air while tears streamed down her beautiful face. Talk about the world being unfair. Now, she was unable to get to her job because her emotions were all over the place. Secondly, her mind played tricks on her by vividly reminding her of all the negativity she tried so hard to fight off after the abuse she suffered at the hands of the Blood Moon Pack. If Dante dared to show his face, it meant that trouble was lurking.Freya kept going until she came to a quiet beach. The beautifu