Clementine:
Three Years Ago:
"What did you say? Is it again to your father?" Glinda asked me, trying to tear her eyes away from my father. They were sitting peacefully at a dinner table with so much food in front of them that it broke my heart to think how much of it would go to waste.
My stepsister sat to the side, holding a fruit bowl in her hand. She would hardly ever eat anything, because I guess she was afraid of gaining a few ponds. That was pretty scary, but I wouldn’t even mention it. I was not allowed to show concern.
"I want to leave the pack," I said, straightening my back. I was not allowed to sit and eat with them, so I had only come to have a conversation with my father. And for that, I even had to ask my stepmother for permission.
"Did you hear her, William?" my stepmother asked my father, because he was too busy munching on the steak, holding it with both hands instead of using a fork and knife. My father only made a noise from his mouth. He probably did not even hear me.
"Did you not listen to your daughter?" She held his hand to shake him, and all the sauce spread across his mouth. He lifted his head, and then she let go of him.
"I told you, you are in charge of her life. You get to make decisions for her," my father said, reminding me how easy it was for him to toss my responsibility into the hands of the woman he knew was misusing her power against him.
"Well, since you are insisting," she smiled, because she had just gotten my father to say what she wanted me to hear.
"No, Clementine. You just turned fifteen. You are not leaving the pack. There is no such thing as a rogue. Do you not know that?" she asked me, using her eyes to support her words. She would move around so much, dance with her shoulders, use hand gestures or roll her eyes. I hated the sight of her.
"But why not? Not everybody has to go to the North," I mentioned, and my father stopped eating. He raised his head and passed me a deadly glare.
"Honey, you see what happens when I make a decision for her?" She turned to my father again, who grabbed the steak full of sauce and suddenly hit me with it. The bone part remained in his hand, and the steak started sliding off my face. Some of the sauce even went into my eye, so I started rubbing my eyes clean while hissing in pain.
"Now, in case you didn’t understand what your father meant, he means fuck off," Glinda said, smirking. Leysa raised her head and smiled, clearly taunting me. That’s when I realized there was no escaping the packs anymore. The officials and royals had grown so corrupt that they were taking teenagers from their homes to turn them into crusaders. Most would end up dying, especially the omegas. They were never trained, and I couldn’t understand what anyone was thinking, sending them to the North.
Defeated, I returned to my room and wiped my face with a wet cloth. Sitting on my mattress, I checked my phone and saw a message from my best friend.



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