There is a park across the road, and I drag myself there, grateful that it is dark now. Sitting on one of the empty swings, I grab the steel chain and stare across the road at the bar. In the eyes of the Moore family, I am no more than a dog. In fact, dogs are treated better than I am. I put on a strong front, but inside, there is an emptiness, an agony that nothing can fix.

Jonathon thinks Norman has what it takes to become Alpha? Is he really this blind?

His son is useless.

He is the scum of ...