Lycia

Tears trickled down my face as images of my parents ran through my mind. Images of my mother brushing my hair when I was little, my father lifting me onto his shoulders, and then images of them lying in pools of their own blood, dead.

They didn’t deserve to die.

My father had struggled his whole life to elevate his status within the Pack, but Alpha Shane kept pushing him right back down. As hard-working as my father was, he should have been a Delta by now, at ...