Kaelen The courtyard of the Alpha Vance smelled of blood and fear. Kneeling on the cold grass, many others like me were waiting for death. The Execution Ceremony, as they called it, was around the corner. All the wolf-less werewolves, weak and crippled, would be killed by the Alpha himself. He was known for taking pleasure in killing everyone that he found worthless for his pack. Or better, he killed everyone Lycan King Tristan found worthless. To them, wolves like us were a disgrace to their species and name. "Head down, runt!" One of the guards hissed in raw disgust, slamming his foot against my back, and I fell on the ground. "What a fucking weakling!" Another guard scoffed, and I felt my eyes darkening at the disrespect. Wolfless. Scentless. Weakling. Disgrace. They called me all the names. After all, for them, I was just a runt. Someone who neither had a wolf nor any powers to live in this world. For them, I was just a waste of space and breath. Mocking laughter filled th
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