Chapter Five: FeralAs promised, he lets me in with a large tray that carries both my food and the Alpha's.
"What's his name?" I ask as I am led towards where the Alpha is being held.
"Leo," the man says. "We call him Alpha."
I nod and focus on not dropping anything on the fully-piled tray. There's plate full of barely-cooked steak on top of a mountain of potatoes. My dish consists of a few pieces of salmon resting on a bowl of salad. My stomach growls at the sight.
He had brought me to a shower after I've signed the papers to scrub away the smell of house-cleaning materials and bleach, and then I am on my way to my demise.
I have never seen anyone who has gone feral before. My heart beats hard in my chest as the thought of quite possibly dying tonight in the hands of a feral werewolf.
