Claw

The turning of wheels on gravel fill the air as three carriages pulled up in front of the pack house. My father stood by the front door with Ava by his side. Ethan stood to my Father’s let and I by his side. My clothes had been packed this morning and the servants had them ready to be loaded. The warriors lined stood in two parallel lines starting at the foot of the stairs and ending at the bottom of the lane where the carriage would stop. Dread filled me as the carriages came to a stop one by one.

“Alpha Ethan, it has been an honor to have you. My daughter will serve you well. I hope to hear good news soon,” father said.

Ava choked on air and rolled my eyes. I hated that the laws of man worked against my favor. My only use in this world was to spread my legs and bare children. I did find a small bit of satisfaction knowing my sister was hurt by this. It was the only thing I could hold onto.

It was the only thing that could come close to distracting me from what was happening. I could