Rachelle's POV

It was another day; the fourth day at Paz pack as a slave and if I said I hated it, it would be an understatement. My body still hurt a bit in several places but it wasn't as bad as before when I was still being held as a hostage. That didn't deter other werewolves with authority from ordering me around though, they were all psychopaths in this pack because they all seemed to be enjoying the way I groaned in pain while running errands for them. They'd hit me and act oblivious, and if I spoke about it or complained, then there would be more hitting coming...