CHAPTER TEN.
Back when my brother, Kyle, and I were still pretending to be Omegas in the Shadow Moon Pack, there were only a few who showed us any kindness. Aside from the other Omegas who believed we were like them, the only person who extended even a shred of care—a hand of friendship—was Carter Katz, the youngest son of Alpha Coleman Katz.
Though Carter didn’t say much, he was by far the most reasonable of his siblings, and of most of the students at the pack academy. And he was only fifteen. He never looked down on Omegas and was especially close with Kyle.
Yet now, standing before me with his head locked in the stocks of a guillotine, is none other than Carter Katz.
I rub my teary eyes with the back of my hand, trying to clear the image, but he’s still there. His head remains secu
