SAFFRON'S P.O.V
I paced my room waiting for Malik. I had sent for him hours ago, but of course, it always had to be on his time.
"You're pacing again." Zamora pointed out.
"I just want this to work out. If he grants me any kind of freedom I will be thrilled." I replied.
"Better hope he is in a giving mood." She said as she sat down.
Her comment struck a nerve. Not because I was annoyed with her, but more that I was annoyed from only being a s*x slave, confined within the four walls of this room. After the incident with that wolf, not a single person dared to speak to me. Let alone even look at me. Even walking the halls I was a stranger, not a Luna. I was feared by all. But not because they feared me. It was from fear of what befriending me could lead to. So, instead of my
