The Alpha's Slave Mate

Daphne’s Point of View

After the altercation with Heather I had cleaned up the dining room. I carefully avoided all contact with not only my pack, but the visiting pack members as well. As soon as I had the dining room cleaned up, I washed up the dishes and retreated to my room. Everyone else was busy worrying about the visiting pack. I just wanted to disappear.

The next morning my throat was still sore and a little scratchy from where Heather had choked me. Checking the mirror, I can see that the bruises were already fading from sight. Since I love to shift every morning and go for a run my healing abilities are pretty good. Being a werewolf means that we heal relatively quickly, but if you do not regularly shift your healing abilities can be hindered.

warriors patrolling the area, and I want to avoid all contact. I know that I will not be attending the ball, and that is fine with me. I do

disappointment, or Daphne the murderer. For just this moment in time I am free. Free from my pack, free

the woods slowly coming to

running for a while and enjoying the work out I head to the river. I am hoping that I see the deer again today. Her beauty was majestic, and I would love to be able to watch her grazing again. I love feeling the shift of the earth beneath my paws as I reach the rivers edge. I looking to the opposite bank hoping that the doe

slave, I have never been allowed to train. I do not know the first thing about defending myself. My head snaps as I hear a noise to

it is going to jump out of my chest. I can barely draw a breath as I meet his eyes. They are like an endless pool of honey, and for a brief second, I want to take