Two hours to the dinner of doom, and Sandra knocks on my door. I don't need to open the door to know that she's the one.Anyone other than her would just barge into my room like they owned the place. She's the only one who knocks lightly, then waits for my permission to come in.I grant her permission, and she enters the room. She's holding something—a dress. A scowl makes its way over her face as she walks over to me with a small smile playing on her lips."The Alpha wanted you to wear this." She lays the dress on my bed, and I grunt.I scooted over to the end of the bed, where I placed the dress—it's a transparent casing. I can tell that the color is black—Harry's new favorite color, that is.I've never seen him wear anything other than black since I started staying here. I wonder when he adopted that habit. It was probably around the same time he adopted the hobby of killing people for next to no reason.I slide down the zip to reveal the dress. It's a modern gown with shimmering

"One more time, remind me of what we're doing here." I asked Sandra, letting out a tired sigh afterwards."The Alpha wanted you to see how these people work here." She gestures all around us, causing me to frown.I was forced to wake up bright and early this morning and was dragged all the way to the soldier's training yard. Sandra said the newly turned wolves have started training.Now here I am, sitting alongside Sandra, watching teenagers listen to strong-headed adults insult their existence because they can't throw a punch well."Stop tucking your thumbs inside your fists!" One of the trainers yells at the boys, and they flinch. I do as well.Damn, they are not training them for the army. These are just kids."I'd rather do anything, literally anything, than be here," I tell Sandra, and she chuckles. "Well, that's not up to you." She tells me and I groan out in frustration. "Everything about this pack is just so tiring. How can you stand it?" I change the subject as I turn away

Later that day, when I'm all alone in my room, I start to think.Harry isn't fit to be an alpha. He's cruel, merciless, and unfeeling. He only does things for his own benefit. He doesn't care who he hurts or how he hurts them.He's a terrible person, and he is so unremorseful concerning his actions. He needs to pay for all the things he has done and will continue to do.But I don't know how.I'm not sure what I can do in this situation. All I know is that if Harry continues to lead this pack, he will run it to the ground.That is, if he hasn't already done that.Everyone is scared of him, and they think all that he does is just. How can they even accept all the horrible things he does to them?It's probably because they are already used to it and fear him. But no more.These people should learn that they shouldn't be afraid of Harry. The only thing he has backing him up is his title and his wolf.Without those two things, he is nothing.Wait a second!Without his title and his power,

The next day, I don't let Sandra come to me first. Instead, I go to find her bright and early in the morning. I'm directed to the workers' quarters.A place I'm all too familiar with. I had lived in this same quarter for eighteen years. And my room was the worst of it. If you could even call the shoebox I lived in a room.Lord, now that I remember all the things I passed through, I can clearly say that they were inhumane. I was just a kid. I didn't deserve all of that.Some of the people I used to know cast me curious glances as I walked through their midst. They're probably wondering what I'm doing back here.In their minds, I have outgrown this place. It's no longer for me; I don't belong here anymore. But some part of me will always belong beneath the surface and on top of the gutters.I ask for directions to Sandra's room from a nearby person, and she points me towards the last door down the hallway.I pick up my pace and go over there. I give a light knock before I hear a small '

I leave Sandra and march down to Harry's office with a million things on my mind.But the recurring thought has to do with Councilor Will. What does he know about Sir Smith? How did he find out about his state and what happened to him?This is all so confusing.When I get to Harry's office door, I only knock once before giving myself permission to enter his office. He's working, as usual.As he hears my footsteps inside his office, he looks up from his desk and turns to face me."We have a lot to discuss." I say with urgency as I drag out the chair on the other side of his desk and take a seat, relaxing my back into the soft cushion, plated with leather."We sure do." He says in a mysterious tone, and I nod."First of all—""You should respect me." He cuts off my words, and the rest die down inside my throat as I give him an incredulous look."What?" My pitch goes an octave higher."You barged into my office without waiting for my permission to answer, and you have the audacity to rai