Chapter 18

• ~Foxy~
• When I wake hours later, I look at my phone and it’s past three in the morning. The party at the pack house has stopped, and I have no idea how long I’ve been lying here. One thing is for sure, no one who has passed on this road has stopped to help. Sometimes I hate living here. They hate me, and no matter what the Alpha does, nothing will change that. I’m the outsider looking in, and it’s always been that way.
• I drag myself from the ground and limp home, barely able to walk. I’m almost sure I have a cracked rib with my body bruised and battered, and my face is probably a mess. The blood is dried over my eye, and I can barely see through one side. I wish Sable would kill me. At least the kill would be more humane than this constant abuse.