Lorraine's POV
I gasped at the alpha's announcement and thought about the injustice of everything. Those wolves had to die because they were defending their packs and trying to get revenge for their dead relatives.
My eyes pricked a little at the injustice of it all but at the end of the day, I'm just a mere slave pretending to be a leader of a pack of rogues.
After everything alpha Norman took from us, he still took our freedom making us hide in the forest like a pack of homeless refugees. The few ones living in human surroundings are either captives or imposters who live in fear of their lives everyday. So many good men died for my cause yesterday or are mortally wounded. I pity those captured as they will be facing execution soon, no doubt about it.
I stifled my sobs as I glared murderously at Alpha Norman. He was going to pay for this injustice to my people, I swore again, the hate and agony in my chest growing fiercer.
