The room I am ushered into is extravagant, to say the least. Even in my primitive, ignorant eyes, I can sense that the furniture, decorations, and even the carpet that I am stepping on are worth more than the price of one werewolf slave.

I turn my attention back to Aditya who has opened a cabinet—with little, intricate details on the handle and corners. I feel conscious as if I don’t belong in this room. I look at my shoes and feel ashamed of the mess I caused in the doorway.

“Miss, ahm, Lady Kaiya?” she calls. I shift my attention to her. “Will you please come closer? I need...