Fairytales are meant to have a happy ending, and for me, I prayed day and night to find mine. Slave. A word I've been hearing for the past 10 years that I completely forgot what my real name was. My money driven parents sold me to the Alpha of the Newmoon pack when I was 10 years old and in return he paid them a fair sum of money. " You are just a worthless human!" was their reply when I asked them why they were giving me to him and since then I become the Newmoon's slave. They world all beat me whenever they feel like and always order me around to do their chores. I lost all hope in life and wish to leave it as soon as possible but, something is making me hold tighter to my life whenever I want to end it and I sure hope it's worth it.