Malakai
“Alpha,” he croaked. “Please… you must help us.”
I frowned. “What’s happened?”
He swayed on his feet, and I didn't know when I reached out to hold him. I nodded at him to speak. But one look at his face I knew he was an old farmer. His face was stained with years of hardship, and his humble clothes were hanging over his shoulders.
He didn't look any better than a pit person and that made me wonder why. Anyone living in the mainland must have a status higher than a pit guard. Why was I comparing him to a pit person?
It was disgusting.
I dropped my arms as if he was hot coal. The South were blessed with abundant food crops. What would make a citizen of the South look this tattered…
"Alpha... please, forgive me. It’s not crops or prices that bring me here. It’s something far
