The Games
June left to go inside the Games first. The snobby girl in the front of the mansion pointed towards the gardens with a roll of her eyes. June was nervous and it showed, her bracelet leaving the smell of poverty and her poor upbringing in her wake. The stench followed her every move, a reminder to all that she was a one. The lowest of the lows. The last in line to hundreds and I shouldn’t have been surprised.
No one was really surprised.
How could we be?
She was an abandoned child who was adopted by a mateless boy with no rank. The odds were against her and will forever be against her.
Blood ranking didn’t really matter to me. It doesn’t really matter to the farm pack in general if it wasn't for the Games that always reminded us. But at the end of the day, we were all the s
