Summary
To be raised for the sole purpose of being a fighter in a pack where the law of the strongest reigns. This is what Morgan Mortem had to learn to survive... But one day everything changed, following a vision of a healer from her pack, she was banished. She had just found the door out of hell but for how long? Between abandonment, betrayal and tragedy Morgan will have to overcome the harsh realities of life... But will she help her on her journey? If so, can she trust them? As everyone says "beware of appearances".
Prologue
A...
Two...
Three...
Then nothing...
The guy in front of me had just fallen like a heap, yet the fight had only started 5 minutes ago. The circle that had formed around me began to shrink and then a man came out, still with the same smile.
-It was ridiculous, you could have finished the fight a long time ago and then...
He had just been cut off by the moans of the guy still on the ground who was starting to wake up. And shit... If he had waited a few minutes he could have survived.
-But what's more is that you didn't even kill him, seriously what use are you to me? I really have to do everything myself, it's deplorable.
In the space of half a second, he had already snapped her neck.
-You see that's how they did it, so now if my training isn't explicit enough for you to understand that your fights must end in the death of your opponents. I will do my best to make you understand it even if I have to hang your loved ones as an example, is that clear? Morgan.
-Yes my alpha.
As a sign of submission I knelt down.
I've been living this since I was little, yet I could never get used to submitting to him. One day he will pay me with his life for all the horrors he makes me live...