***Zane***
Agnes and I spend the morning with Kota, Rosalie, Rosalie’s baby Émile, and Evan, fighting our own anxiety from our lack of activity. In all my life, I had never had a moment to rest, to just sit and watch a movie or play games without a care in the world. Even if there was chance that I completed my chores, my mind and self-hatred would torture me relentlessly.
As a pup, my father put me through rigorous schooling and speech therapies to make me the best Alpha I could be. Of course, I could never live up to his expectations. He would make me stand before him once a week to recite the history of our pack or the laws that governed it and the kingdom. If I faltered in my pronunciation, I would be struck with a whip. There was never a day that I made it out of a recital without
