57. Draka's POV
I'm not a religious person, no. I have never really been a devoted worshiper of the goddess, but I have accepted and acknowledged her as my maker.
Even when I was in the city, I never went to church or the synagogue. I never understood religion or how it's supposed to make my sad life better.
But I'm praying today. I need to pray to survive this rejection ceremony.
Chelsea has promised to help me to leave the pack, but how am I supposed to leave if I am dead?
I pray for the goddess to hear me and spare my life. Death had tried to tear my son and I apart years ago and she stopped it. I want her to do it again…
Emmett comes up to me and places his hands against my face. He examines it to his satisfaction and he frowns when he sees the tears in my eyes.
“Mummy, you
