Hitch Your Wagon To The Star Novels & Stories

Tonight was not for fathers, tonight was for promises and new beginnings. “You will not be traded,” I whispered into the dim space of the wagon. My voice was barely louder than the creak of wood. “You will not be used as leverage or proof or punishment. You will not be a bargaining chip for a council or a king or an Alpha who sees a child as a way to win.” “You will be wanted.” My throat tightened, but I kept going. “Even if I am the only one who wants you.” The wagon rolled on and the road grew darker.