Maya’s POV I opened my eyes slowly and was surprised to not find the blinding sun or metal bars in my face when I did so. Maybe Edna had somehow managed to bring me back to the slaves’ quarters after I had passed out. Or one of the other slaves who had felt sympathetic after seeing me in such a vulnerable way. In actual fact, I was even surprised that I had opened my eyes. I thought that I was going to die after all my body had had to go through, it was not like I had gone through beatings and cuts and being strikes with whips. I had even gone through electrocution. That alone was enough to send any werewolf into the afterlife, or into the arms of the moon goddess, but it appeared like she definitely had other plans for me. I was alive and lying down in a strange place. Well, at least I was alive. Edna! Where was she? She had foolishly rushed to try to stop the alpha of the Blood moon pack, while he was torturing me as punishment for hitting his pathetic son. Future alpha indeed.

Maya’s pov I could no longer stomach all of Asher's gaze and claims it had zero effort on me … fuck butterflies my stomach was a whole nest of birds, each flying and blinding hitting the walls of my stomach that were how had I felt Asher's gaze burn through my soul the whole time. Every bit of my mouth still had a hint of mint and sandalwood…the mouthwash and the aftershave smell of Asher. After our little time in the dining room, this morning he had left with Daniel to nobody’s knows where. I and Edna had been calling their phones nonstop but wouldn’t connect. “did you try calling them again?” I asked Edna who was typing away on her computer in her room. Sometimes I wonder why even though they all have their separate apartments and condo they all still spent most of their time in the packhouse saying most of the time, I’m saying waking, eating, and going back to bed in the pack. “Yes, several times if I must be exact, but it still wouldn’t connect,” she said and flashed me a look

Asher's pov To say I was shocked would be an understatement, I was speechless and unable to think or move for a while as I stared at Maya in her werewolf form when she changed into that perfect beautiful white fur with the gold stripe that slid down her spine lustrously before her fur changed to a brown and black color, and that caused a stir as people found it hard to hide their shock. She was beautiful, captivating and I couldn't help but wonder why the moon goddess had to choose her for me as my mate because she was everything I had always wished for; a strong, feisty and brave woman that could endure any situation, a woman who knew how to love and care no matter what she's been through and Maya was all of it. After seeing her white fur when she shifted, I didn't know what to think. I thought and wondered a million things but couldn't get an exact answer to any. It was obvious she was marked a Luna, a rare one at that. I knew there was a reason why she was my mate, I knew she also

Rick’s POV I could not believe that I had let myself go like that! Forget the fact that a lot of the members of the pack were killed or fatally injured, my pride had been wounded by all that had happened. In a fit of pleasure, I had left the borders unguarded and let my personal guard down, because of the entertainment I derived from punishing that brat slave girl known as Maya. That slave girl was useless, she could not even shift into wolf form, and she never did her duties properly. Each slaves were given their regular, and very much deserved dose of punishment once in a short while, for them to remember their places and who it was they belonged to. And every slave ended up submissive and reduced to nothing but a crying worshipping mess every time. Every puny slave except Maya. Yes, she did cry and mumble out words due to pain, but somehow she did that with her head held high. It was as if her body was battered and bruised, but her spirit was still holding up strong like she was

Maya's pov Walking down the hallways that lead to the training ground gives me a sense of deja vu because literally the scene of me changing fur was and the stares I got from the pack members were living rent-free in my head. Daniel held my hand and tightened his grip on my hand. His jaw was clenched and his whole body was tense. Right now he wasn't the Daniel I'm used to. Right now he was Daniel Smoke, the Beta of the pack and he showed effortless and tremendous powers as such. It's the second week since I double shifted fur to continue my training and discover more about myself without getting a mental breakdown. Daniel had, on his own, agreed to be my tutor, and ever since he made that decision, he has been at his best through and through. "Wh—what?" I breathed out. I needed a moment, I never thought I'd constantly have to brace myself for whatever was to come but here we are. Thank you for the extra morale boost, Asher! "I know I said it was going to be just you and me for