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Chapter 25

Author: Janice Grue
last update Last Updated: 2022-10-10 07:09:23
I feel out of place in the massive ballroom. Its glittering chandeliers and grand floors gleaming pristine and polished, reflecting the faces of 50 or so she-wolves standing in a line through the middle, their heads and hearts down. I’m at the end of the line, but I’m in it.

I wouldn’t have even made it in the new Gamma’s girl line-up if it wasn’t for Mack. I heard one of the guards who brought me up here tell his companion to leave the wolf in cell six—she was dangerous—but I wasn’t in cell six, and they didn't even check if I was.

Mack moved me just to spare me the horror of sleeping in my own mess, and in the confusion of his death, and many others I’m sure, no one came to clean out my cell or move me back into it. Instead, they brought me here by mistake. Even in death, he’s still helping me, and I will avenge his loss.

I look for Liza in the line ahead of me and spot her standing mid-row about ten heads down. One of the few not looking at the floor, she’s intently watching the
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