Chapter 41

I sit with my back against the dirty cement wall and scowl at Billy, who still refuses to talk to me. Apparently being rude to the Alpha whose pack lands you are on is upsetting to said Alpha. Abraham decided it would be best for me to be taught a lesson so here I am. Three whole days later and the most frustrating thing isn’t the bars of silver, no, the most frustrating thing is the hillbilly grump across from me humming every time I try to speak.

“Emal,” I call out, knowing if anyone will talk to me first, it will be him.

“Don’t talk to him.” Billy sneers. 

“Then you talk to me.” 

“No.” he scoffs, his chains clinking with his frustrated movements. 

“Can you at least tell me how little Al is?” I ask. Only finally giving in to defeat when I’m met with startling silence. They don’t want my excuses or concern. I understand why and I think that is what makes it all the more frustrating.

My days are fu