Their Alpha stayed here. Her scent was everywhere. From the soft, warm blankets upon the tiny bed to a pile of clothes in one corner – it stank of her. The other one, the Stronger one, had been here recently as well; but his room was definitely the one next door. I kicked a stack of wood piled up against the wall. Stupid – how could I have been so stupid? I let them get away, let HER get away, and now, now there was no way to find them... Father wouldn't have let them get away. But father wasn't here. I grabbed one of the pillows and bit down, feeling the feathery contents sink between my teeth before I tore it to shreds. It felt surprisingly good to do. Looking around the village had filled me with anger. I couldn't tell why, though; something to do with the blankets, and the houses, and the smells of food? Is this what the Weak did all their lives? Did they warm themselves and eat well, stay close to one another when things got bad... "Son.
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