It was bright tonight but her mood wasn't. Myra sat on her thin bed—if it could pass for a bed, her knees drawn close, her eyes bleak as she gazed up at the window far beyond her reach.

The room was soaked in darkness. Just like she was.

A stiff sob escaped her lips.

She was doomed. Her life was cursed. Bearing his mark—that cruel Alpha—was the last straw.

She hugged her knees tighter, contemplating on the cruel fate she was given.

Everyone was slowly slipping away and that ...