I went home to my apartment that day with a heavy heart and a slightly red fist from my table-slamming.

Even with my begging on the phone, I know he wouldn’t listen to me. He still wants to keep me like some spare pet.

I took a nice cool shower to rinse off today’s drama and finished my studying for the day about how to stitch deep wounds.

As I plopped down my bed, I glanced at the ceiling. I may not see the stars but I can feel the moon.

“What will I do, Moon Goddess?” I found myself whispering, praying, on what to do with Lucien. We’re mates,...