His Lost Lycan Luna Novel – “You! You will get two strikes for each room. Twelve rooms, twenty-four strikes.” says Mrs. Daley when she is finished and turns to me with a cruel smile on her face.
My stomach is sinking. I knew she wouldn’t miss it. The Lycan King would visit the orphanage today. He hasn’t been here once in the eight years that Abbie and I have lived here, so we didn’t know what to expect.
The orphanage headmistress, Mrs. Daley, was in an excellent mood this morning. She expected perfection and not a thing out of place. Therefore, she made haste in giving Abbie and me more tasks than usual, so many chores we both knew we would never be done in time for his arrival.
Abbie and I had been dreading this day, not because the Lycan King was visiting but because today was the day we would find out if we get to live another, or if it would be the day it all ends. Not that I was expecting anything rosy. Until now, my life had been anything but easy.
I had been born a rogue. Growing up, I longed to have what my parents told me about packs, unity, and family, other kids to play with besides Abbie, whose family lived with us before her parents were killed along with mine. After that, both of us were brought here. Thankfully though, because of some law by which all packs strictly live, I was shown mercy or a version of it. It was against the pack law to kill rogue children.
They call it mercy, but in reality, it was anything but. My parents were rogues, meaning they were packless. We lived a life on the run, but at least we were free. That all ended when I was just shy of my tenth birthday. Now I live in the pack orphanage, and Abbie and I are the only two rogues that reside here.
So today was an important day. Two hours left before being called to the town square to learn our fate. We both decided we would take the lashes; it would be better than showing up late to see the pack’s Alpha. He is the one who decides what happens to us.
This day has hung over our heads for eight long years, like a dark cloud threatening to rain down on us the closer it got, and I knew today it was going to pour down and drown us. If we are late, I know he will kill us. It is a great disrespect to the Alpha if you keep him waiting. The Alpha waits for no one, especially a lowly rogue.