The Alpha She-Wolf's Revenge

1.

I was never a child of the Croft pack.

I was war loot. Salvaged from the slaughterhouse ruins of a rogue wolf massacre.

That night. The air thick with the stench of torn entrails and fresh blood. My mother shoved me down into a narrow, damp cellar and used her own body to brace the flimsy wooden door.

I crouched in absolute darkness. My hand clamped tight over my sister Emily's mouth. All night. The sound of fangs tearing through flesh. Bones being crunched alive.

At the breaking point o