Alma's pov
I started to walk out of the house; I already saw people I had known my whole life staring at me, whispering. I grew up with people who all looked at me in disgust, like I was a dirty w***e that they wouldn’t help even if I pleaded with them.
I know better this time; I’m not going to cry for help. No one in this village will lift a finger to help me or my pup and see me burn at the stakes for being an abomination in their eyes.
I walked down the road fast; my plan was simple, go to the nearest human town and take a bus to the pack where Santiago was. I don’t care if I have to crawl; I’m not giving up! Not when I finally got out of the house.
The car that comes riding by suddenly stops beside me, the driver slamming the brakes, seeing me when I turn my head, afraid its dad wi
