MATE?

The ride back to the Ardent Lion's pack, my old pack was quite a short one.

In no time, we arrived the big city filled with thousands of persons, or a million.

I stared at the watchtower as soon as they passed the suburbs and fabourgs right on the outside of the wall. A fierce man stared back at me, watching my every move.

I wasn't not scared a bit. I was infact agitated.

We came walking past these big mansions and then smaller ones.

Virtually everyone had a something to sell in his house.

As we walked past the gently curving streets, supplimented by a network of hidden lanes and courtyards and then to the market place.

Frankly, the city was indeed beautiful. Papa had never let me have access to the city or go anywhere near the pack house.

We the slaves who worked in Blake's farm stayed outside the city in tents. That was where I was born.

I could see many people being flogged and treated like dogs.

They were either an Omega or a captive. It was just li