Lena's POV

I hissed loudly, hating myself, hating how my life was turning. There was no way I had thought of a day when I would be stuck in a room like a slave, having all these chains.

The beating was painful, but I wasn't thinking of that. It was better to be beaten than caged like an animal. I felt more like cow dung.

"Lena, are we slaves for real?" My little wolf, Elena, mumbled inside me with sadness in her voice,

I shrugged and rested my head against the wall. My mind flashed through the past, when life was going fine with the love of my parents. Now...