"Good morning, Luna, how did you sleep?"

"It was good, Lisandra." She was a sweet girl, twelve years old, and had been with me for the past year. A war prize, she was still too young to be mated, but that didn't mean the men weren't already jockeying for her when she became of age. She was a slip of a girl with brown curly hair and emerald eyes.

"The Alpha wants to see you at breakfast, Luna." She was already pulling out clothes from my closet, ones that had probably been used by the last three women he'd had in this bedroom. When they only last a year, not...