Chapter 2


    death and it would be foolish to run though I could see that Ivy wanted desperately to do so. So did I bu


    t a quick death is what I could live with. If we ran, Alpha Brock would tear us apart piece


    by piece and personally I believe we had suffered enough.


    “Come on,” I tell Ivy before she gets any ideas. We wouldn‘t even make it to the forest


    edge before they caught us. We walked toward the town square and we can hear people in the town ge


    tting ready for the Alpha. He rarely came to town and had no need to with servants at his beck and call;


    however, his presence was required today.


    The Alpha got to decide our fates, and those wishing to join the pack were once a month herded


    to the square and


    put on disy. The Alpha decided whether they let you join, cast you out, or killed you. I shuddered at t


    hest option only because I knew he would put his hand up straight away, and the other option was to


    be sold. I didn‘t let my mind even go there. I had my heart set on death.


    The hustle and bustle echoed loudly as we enter the square as pack members went about their day like


    we weren‘t about to be ughtered by their Alpha. When a rogue turns eighteen he gets to choose our


    fate. It was cruel, and wasn‘t killing our parents enough for him.


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    Though I knew he would never let us go. Ivy wasn‘t eighteen yet but once Mrs. Daley dered I would


    be going before the Alpha she begged and pleaded to


    have her case heard at the same time. Mrs. Daley said


    she would see what she could do but only if she did all her chores. For weeks she busted her ass despi


    te me telling her not to. She wanted to die with me. See we have a pact, it was


    probably silly but where one goes the other goes, even in death.


    Mrs. Daley though was all too excited to get rid of us and when the Alpha visited next he Alpha Dean, w


    ho is Alpha Brock‘s father, granted Ivy‘s wish.


    After today there would be no rogue orphans. Most of the orphans were pack members‘ children that h


    ad been lost in pack wars. Yet despite everything, I feel grateful that I am able to stand up on


    the podium with my best friend and have someone to die with. We promised to go where the


    other went. Though I couldn‘t imagine a world without Ivy in it, and I suppose she felt the same. She wa


    s like my sister, we grew up together and I wouldy down my life in a heartbeat for her if I could but sh


    e would never allow that. She wouldy beside me that how it has always been and always will be.


    People step away from us as we enter, giving us disgusted looks. Rogues had a particr scent to pac


    k wolves, alerting them to intruders, and that‘s how those here in the town square looked at us, with jud


    ging, unweing gazes.


    squeeze Ivy‘s fingers tighter as she


    slows taking in those around us. People watched as we made our way to


    the stage and took our seats next to it. The wind was cool and moved my hair in the breeze. Townspeo


    ple stared at us, spat at our feet, one even kicked my foot as he passed us and I could feel


    eyes on me which had me nervously ncing around and I found the culprit. I shrivel in my seat hoping


    he doesn‘te over, the butcher. Peeking at him he waves and blows me a kiss and I


    close my eyes, sucking


    in a deep breath, fighting the memories of what he did to me away, the way he vited me away. It‘s al


    most over, Abbie, almost over and we will be free, I remind myself.


    My wolf sense could pick up his pungent scent from here and I tried to not let it in, tried to stop it from a


    ssaulting my nose.


    Silence falls over the crowd of busy shoppers and


    those that came to just watch our fates. Everyone rushed to take their seats. Usually, the town square


    was an open space, but someone had lined rows of chairs for


    people, some still standing around when I heard


    car doors in the distance before Alpha Brock walked down the aisle between the chairs.


    He looked to be in his thirties and only took over from his


    father a few years ago. He was cruel, and since he


    took over, no rogue has lived, so we knew we were doomed. We were outsiders and apparently, that


    was good enough reason to hate rogues. It was instantly assumed that without a pack rogues were


    unsafe or are defiant against pack hierarchy.


    I swallow as he approaches; he sneers at us before walking up the steps and addressing the


    crowd. He wasn‘t bad looking, but he was cruel, which made him deeply unappealing. He was arrogant


    nothing would ever ruin me like that day did, the day Mrs. Daley sold me to him.


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