MARK
There I was; kneeling. Dejected, rejected. The sword is on the ground, inches away from Papa Tunde’s head. It is a bitter pill to swallow I had just heard. Papa Tunde walked closer to me and said.
“Young Alpha, you just have to face the fact. Your people no longer need you. You have failed them and I won't work for you as long as Alpha Miles is alive.”
I just remembered. I'm not the only one in this revolution. I have allies who have sworn to help me. If all goes according to plan, Miles would have been dead already. I will just be the same sinister person my brother was. That's what they love, right? We have the same face, so I doubt that they'd recognize me anyway.
I looked at the shaman and smiled. He must have seemed confused.
“If a caged system is what the people want, a ca
