Day one has indeed already started as Sasha only bit her lower lip when her stomach rumbles.

            ‘I’m hungry…’ But that’s the only thing she can do. Whisper. And hope. 

And probably close her eyes again for another hour as the sun started its descent into the skies. The tangerine light that bathed the room did not wither her impatient-ness. Yes she’s eager for these freaking three days to pass immediately, but that would also mean that she will be back to her usual routine as a Slave of the Fire Moon Pack.

            Or probably not.

            “Isn’t that exciting?” Her brows furrowed at Annika, her fellow Slave that she just...