Chapter 72

Valen

POV Few Hours Earlier

Waking up, my thoughts were all over the place. Everly was still asleep beside me, but I didn’t want to wake her. Rolling over I spotted the letter from my mother. The storage shed was a real eye-opener for me. The struggles she faced. My father growing up, had never once said a bad word about her, only that she was Omega and he loved her.

He never mentioned she refused to conform to our way of life; he never told me she was one of the original rogues this land was taken from.

Going through the storage locker, I was in there for hours. This entire City belonged to her family. In search of a better future for their daughter. My grandparents sold pieces of it off, selling it to the different packs that now resided here under the promise that it would create a better future for their daughter, my mother.

Only it did the opposite, and they were thrust into the middle of a turf war over the very turf they owned. Once theirs only to be turned into what it is today. Two generations of fighters. My grandparents wanted the City to remain free, free for those to live without the sanctions the packs brought forth. Instead, the City turned into a prison, one ruled by the packs that brought the land out, promising to maintain my grandparents’ way of life, only they didn’t.

Instead, they stripped them from it. Looking at Everly, it was a similar circumstance, stripped bare of everything she thought she would have only to end up placed within the sanctions of the packs that surrounded us. A future set to repeat because of greed and blindness to what they were forcing on those less fonunate to endure.