Chapter 40

Angela's pov It was another day; the fourth day at Paz pack as a slave and if I said I hated it, it would be an understatement. My body still hurt a bit in several places but it wasn't as bad as before when I was still being held as a hostage. That didn't deter other werewolves with authority from ordering me around though, they were all psychopaths in this pack because they all seemed to be enjoying the way I groaned in pain while running errands for them. They'd hit me and act oblivious, and if I spoke about it or complained, then there would be more hitting coming for me so I just kept shut and did as they said every time they ordered for me or sandra. We woke up at the crack of dawn as we always did and got ready for the day, sandra helped me pull my sleeves up to my shoulder and zipped it up. We left for breakfast but it was all finished by the time we got there. sandra groaned and stormed off, she was clearly angry so I followed her hoping to calm her down and then we'd sta