The Imperial Wolf

Kate

Kate POVI begin my day, as usual, cleaning this disgusting house as my idiot father tries to figure out how to get money to go to the Moon River Pack casino. He is pacing, sweating like a drug addict, and watching the window. He owes money again; I can tell by his fear; I can smell it on him. There is nothing left for him to sell for gambling money. He takes a beer out of the almost empty refrigerator and walks into the living room. He sits on the floor because the sofa is gone, sold for beer and gambling money.“There is no food for breakfast, dad,” I say to him as he walks away from me.He ignores me as usual; he doesn’t want me here. I should leave and never come back. I turn twenty-one next week. I need to leave and never look back. I have no idea where I would go. There has to be somewhere for me. My father is an outcast. His pack turned on him years ago when my mother died. When the pack cast him out, it left me alone with no one to turn to after her death. I am all alone with