Alisa
I’m not sure why I ditched my guards. I don’t even know why I started running. I have nowhere to go. I don’t know how to survive on my own. I don’t know a damn thing about the world.
But as I run, the image of Alpha Derrick looming over me, his eyes flashing silver instead of amber like a proper wolf, pops in my head. This is the only way for me. I can die at the hands of that Alpha, and God only knows how he’ll choose to kill me, or I can run and see what I find.
I don’t want to go back to Derrick. There is something very, very wrong with him.
The only thing that makes sense to me, is that he must be going feral. Mistress Katrina and the other overseers used to tell us stories about wolves that went feral. They lose control of their animals, their minds start to slip, and the L
