Fairytales are supposed to have a happy ending. And I prayed day and night for them to come true in my case. However, a slave won’t get the right to dream. Slave. A word I heard for the past ten years that I completely forgot what my real name was. My money-driven parents sold me to the Alpha of the NewMoon Pack for money. The reason- I’m just a worthless human to them. My existence ceased to exist other than being a slave to them. Beaten, worked to death, I lost all hope in life. I would have given up if not for a flicker of hope that something was going to change. I hope I’m not going insane.