Chapter 12

I spend some time just walking around the city and then I pick up Victor from school and we head on home together.

He’s so cheerful, telling me about school and how easy it was for him to make friends. He mentions that his class is mostly comprised of rogues, so it’s easier for him to fit in compared to back home, where rogues were the minority and were still looked down upon.

Everyone has this idea that rogues are criminals or something, but what’s so bad about not belonging to a pack? Why should I? Is that what determines who’s a good person and who isn’t?

One of the most important Alphas of this city is a thief. What do they have to say about that, I wonder?

“It was so awesome, Mom!” he exclaims. Then, he mentions, “Maybe coming here wasn’t so bad. Like you said. I have more friends now, and the teachers are nicer. Oh, and I’ll also have to work on this science project. I need some stuff.”

“We’ll take care of it,” I tell him absentmindedly. “We’ll head into the store later to ge