Sanctuary A Hidden Pack New Edition (by Ylyanah) novel Chapter 2

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Keir

It has been fifteen years since I lost almost everything I valued in life, but it doesn't become easier with the years that have passed, and the only reason I am still breathing has everything to do with the female I am looking at.

She is the reason I get out of bed every morning; she is the reason I keep going through the motions every single day, and I thank the Goddess every single day for keeping her safe.

Ever since Lakota turned fifteen, we have been sneaking out of the Pack-house at night, and we do it at least once a week. Our Alpha is a pompous ass, as Lakota says; he thinks he knows how to run a Pack, and that is to our advantage.

No one ever figured out that we are Lycans or that we are of an Alpha bloodline. They are too stupid to see or notice it, and our Alpha doesn't train his members correctly. In a few weeks, Lakota will turn eighteen, and that will be the day that we will leave this Pack in search of a new home.

My mind wanders back to my birth Pack, a Pack that no longer exists, and I feel nothing thinking about it. My Father was a Werewolf and my Mother was a Lycan, but with her low rank as a Lycan, she would give birth to Werewolves. My Father wasn't a big fan of Lycans, and our entire Pack was aware of that.

He had been very disappointed when he found out his fated Mate was a Lycan and a Lycan of a low rank as well. He never hid his disappointment from anyone. The only time he was pleased with his Mate was the day she gave him an heir to the Pack, and even that didn't turn out the way he wanted.

My Brother's training to become the Alpha started when he turned sixteen, and I was ignored even more from that day on, not that I gave a damn. I enjoyed training with the Warriors, and I was damn good at it too. I turned thirteen about three months after my Brother turned sixteen, and I shifted for the first time.

I scared the shit out of my Mother that day as I turned out to be a Lycan and a black-furred one at that, something my Brother wouldn't like at all. My Mother warned me not to show anyone that I was a Lycan, and I knew exactly why she said it, because I had witnessed it more than once that Pack-members were bad-mouthing their Luna for being a Lycan.

My Father and my Brother both ignored what the Pack did to her, and that was one of the major reasons I didn't care that my Father ignored me. Echo had trouble standing down whenever we heard Pack-members talking about our Mother, but we both knew it wouldn't do us any good.

My Mother had been excited the day my Brother turned eighteen, but we both knew my Father would be disappointed in him and his Wolf. The moment he had shifted into his Wolf, my Father walked away as his Wolf was a dark brown wolf instead of the black Wolf my Father had expected, after all, he was the future Alpha.

My Father began to include me in the Alpha training, and my Brother had despised me for it, taking every opportunity he had to make me look bad. I tried to talk to him about it, but he didn't want to listen to what I had to say, and after a while, I gave up trying to explain things to him.

Until the day I turned eighteen, I had no idea what I would do. Would I shift and show everyone that I am an Alpha Lycan, or would I act as if I was Wolfless? I had no idea, and it wasn't until I woke up on my eighteenth birthday that Echo and I decided not to shift, hoping my Father would go back to ignoring me.

It turned out a little bit different from what I had hoped, and it would lead to the event that forced me to leave home for good. My Father did go back to ignoring me, but it also gave my Brother an excuse to throw insults in my direction, and it didn't take long before most Pack-members joined him.

The only ones that didn't care about me being Wolfless were the Omegas and the Warriors; the Omegas didn't care because they knew how spiteful our Pack could be, and the Warriors didn't care because they knew the kind of fighter I was.

My Mother started to join my Father and Brother in ignoring me, and that hurt me more than the insults my Brother and Pack-members threw my way. I had just returned from night patrol and I was later than usual thanks to a handful of Rogues, when I heard my Mother's voice coming from the living room.

"Sweetheart, you are right. Keir is a burden to our Pack as a Wolfless male, and he will never contribute to this Pack in any way." She giggled before she said, "If he thinks he will ever get a Mate, he is in for a surprise. That Wolfless idiot is only kidding himself."