“What do we have here?” a voice asked in a mocking tone as he approached me from behind.
Cyrus? I thought to myself as I froze in place.
No… Cyrus’s voice was deeper than this.
Kyson, I thought as reality hit me like a brick to the face.
He’s the last person that I wanted to see…
A shiver coursed through my spine as he placed his palm upon my back and trailed his fingertips down along the indentation of my spine, my breath hiked in my chest as I swayed on my feet as fear surfaced from within my stomach. The calm that had once possessed my mind from my encounter with my father dissipated as I was roughly brought back into reality, the reality of those who despised my existence and who wanted me gone from the pack boarders.
“Don’t touch me!” I shouted as I jerked my body away from him.
