Episode 2

His words sent shivers down my spine, I could feel the hairs on my neck stand on end, I remained lying on the floor as I had fallen, not daring to get up. He remained standing, now close to me, his face serious, his gaze fixed on me, and suddenly, he began to walk, barely taking a few steps, he returned and violently pulled me up by the arm.

"Aren't you going to move your feet or are you stupid?" His tone was visibly angry and I would say hateful. I didn't know what to answer, I was frozen by his aura, it was something evil and I felt more inhibited than usual."Do you have a degree of stupidity? Why don't you answer when I talk to you? Are you an idiot?!"

"No... no, si.. sir."

"You're not an idiot, but you stutter." And following this he let out a laugh, always holding my arm tightly. "Move your damn feet." And without much more, he threw me forward with force, causing me to stagger, to which he made a mocking face and let out a small laugh. He began to walk and as best I could I followed his pace. I couldn't believe that the Moon Goddess had done this to me, again she was abandoning me to my fate, had I been a bad daughter? I didn't understand this, why him? Since that day I asked her every night not to be linked, that it was a mistake, that he would find his mate and that it would be someone else and not me. I was tormented by nightmares at night, where I ended up with him, where what that oracle predicted materialized. It couldn't be true, this had to be a bad dream, it was and at any moment I had to wake up. I was about to pinch myself when I felt a strong slap in the face, for having been distracted in my thoughts, I had been left somewhat behind him, quite a bit perhaps, and he angrily turned back to hit me.

"Move your fucking feet if you don't want the next one to be with a closed fist!"

"Yes, I'm sorry." I remained still and after giving me a death stare, he turned around and continued. We arrived at the city where the pack was based and there I realized where we were headed, to his house, to the pack's house.

His hatred was not gratuitous, or maybe it was, but there was a whole story behind his contempt. Before him, his father, Alpha Jackson Kinnaman, was the one who ruled the Winter Mist pack, he was just as monstrous as his son, I suppose he learned from his father. All the members of his pack enjoyed a good standard of living, they lacked nothing, they had what they needed and more, but with the rest of the packs the story was different. He was a complete tyrant, overflowing with hatred towards those who were not part of Winter Mist, he considered them inferior and worthy of extermination. My father was the Alpha of a small pack of only 200 members, it was so small that we knew each other, the Green Meadow pack. Many other packs used to make fun of us, for being few, for our name and for considering us unworthy, villagers, poor, ignorant and so on. My father's pack was small, but each adult member was a worthy warrior worth five from any other pack, our preparation for war and battle was the envy of many alphas. We had a small plot of land, where we could all live peacefully, since we were a small town in inhabitants, which Alpha Jackson began to want for himself, just to annoy and out of envy. It was fertile land, it allowed us to grow our own food and raise our own livestock and various animals, we had a small economy that was enough to let us live peacefully with just enough. In my father's pack we didn't care about luxuries, it wasn't the first thing on our list. So one day, we were surprised by a large number of warriors who came in the name of Alpha Jackson, ours presented battle and came out triumphant, this greatly angered Alpha Jackson and he himself in person went to our land to present battle. He didn't count on my father and his warriors knowing their territories very well, he however didn't, he was new to our lands. My father ambushed him and managed to kill him. His body was sent to his son, Kyle, as an offering of peace and closure to said conflict, but that was not what happened. Kyle Kinnaman, assumed as Alpha, blinded by the pain and desire for revenge, led a giant battalion to the lands of the Green Meadow pack, annihilating everything in its path. He killed my father in front of my eyes, mothers and their small children were burned alive, the warriors who did not die in the battle were tortured later, skinned alive and staked in the open. Those who had not found death in the process of tearing off their skin, did so later due to pain or infection. He burned all the houses, destroyed the vast majority, very few remained standing, today it looks like a ghost town, horror inhabits that place. He never took possession of the lands, he only wanted to avenge the death of his father, the same one who had started all this just out of whim.

Someone managed to get me out, a warrior of my father. He took me to the people of the council, who gave me asylum for some time, I was seven years old at the time. As the Alpha heiress, they thought I deserved some pity, they hid for some time that I was still alive. When this news reached his ears, he searched tirelessly for my whereabouts, even offering a reward for my head. The wise men and elders of the council had to come out to make it clear that no one could harm me, that they would be condemned to death. I had nothing to do with the conflict and no more death could be added to that chapter, they considered it closed. Kyle was still young, barely nineteen years old when he had to assume after the death of his father, and although they had begun to train and prepare him at an early age, the council did not look favorably on his temperament and violence. He had no choice but to accept that, he couldn't have problems with those men, he couldn't attack the council and he hadn't had his ceremony as the new Alpha yet, he had to behave himself, at least for the moment.

Alpha Kyle Kinnaman

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...To avoid future inconveniences and bad times, as has happened to me with "A Second Chance", you should know that I like to give a good description of the scenes I relate, whatever they may be, of love or violence....

...I say this, because if someone is impressionable, they are already warned, if you have read my other novels, you know how I write. Don't abandon the story, give it a chance! Not everything will be ugly, but you should know that as Dumbledore told Harry "Difficult and dark times await us"....