Gregory: The elder of the pack never reacted?
I looked at him with a slight smile.
Amelia: The elder was from the Alpha's family, he was his great-uncle, so everything the alpha did was good for the elder. Anyway, today I am nineteen years old. I had been a slave in the pack for ten years when I overheard a conversation between Alpha Drake and his son, the future Alpha Johny. He had sold me to a Cruel Alpha. You understand, for them, I am without a wolf, just a simple low-ranking Omega to whom the Goddess did not even give a Wolf. That explained to them the fact that I did not smell like a renegade. Since he did not have my name, they never linked me to the Black Wolf's pack. I ran away. I had no reason to stay there anymore. I was in danger. I wandered the forest for three days before I
