CHAPTER 26

AMELIA'S POV

The banshee...

It sounded really funny but it was the best thing that would ever happen to anyone of us. My brother, Ivar and I had spent a good period of our childhood as slaves. Yes, it was the modern world but when it comes down to us werewolves, no time was modern. It was all the same thing. There had to be one pack that would want to covet power and to do so, they start picking on other packs especially the lowest and insignificant ones in bid to irritate the bigger ones. It was worse for such packs if they had refused to surrender to them. Then, they did unleash hell on these smaller packs.

It was actually never really easy being from these other packs as we spent our time watching our families get destroyed. Ivar was the son of my uncle, the then Alpha of our pack which meant that he was going to be king. Before him had been six other brothers as his father had two wives. The entire six had been killed but we all covered up the youngest by lying that he was my brot