Chapter 43

Was it sad that they had their own fan club?

It was odd thinking of these people as my pack mates and even odder to realise I was their Alpha female.

I had a pack and a mate and even a son. My grandfather had taken me and hoped to morph and shape me into the perfect weapon in his plan for evil. Yet here I stood like a normal mother giving her children there lunch surrounded by people who cared.

My grandfather had tried so hard to break my spirit. My humanity. Yet there was always something there that kept me strong.

I knew I wasn't perfect, no I was far from it.

I had taken lives in the past and tortured many men. I'd stolen and destroyed things that hadn't been mine.

But I was beinging someone better.

I was becoming some one who people feared yet respected.