ALLE
Days blur together in tense limbo, each one feeling like a noose tightening around my neck.
I'm caged. Restless. The drug sits in my system like a constant weight, pressing down on my wolf, keeping her trapped somewhere deep inside where I can feel her but can't reach her. It's maddening. Like having a phantom limb that aches but can't be touched.
Freda finds me pacing my room on the fifth day after the dinner, wearing a path in the expensive carpet.
"The warriors train every dawn," she says carefully, watching me with those knowing brown eyes. "You used to be Alpha. Don't you miss it?"
The words "used to be" prickle against my skin like nettles.
I still am an Alpha. I fought too f*****g hard for that position to be reduced to a simple Luna, a supporter, every achievement and id
