Christian
The road stretches out before me, an asphalt ribbon cutting through the dense forest that flanks both sides. My hands grip the steering wheel tight, knuckles white. I glance at the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see Ellen and our newborn daughter in the backseat. But they are not there. I left them behind because this is something I need to do on my own.
I swallow hard, feeling the dryness in my throat. It’s been weeks since I fled from my hometown and last saw my mother, Claire. The woman who stole the title of Alpha from me, who turned the pack against me, branding me as a monster for being part wendigo.
My grip on the steering wheel tightens as I recall what she did. She manipulated everyone and twisted their minds with lies and deceit. Once, I was their leader, their A
