As I sat quietly on Alpha Lincoln's bed with one of the pile of books he had dumped beside me when he came back to check on me, I realized that I didn't feel like I had ever been a member of the Crimson-Eye Pack.
I had been born into the Pack, and I had been raised within the walls of the Packhouse, but I felt like a hostage and not a former Pack member; from the day I was born I was marked out as being different. My eyes were enough to seal my fate as a low ranking Pack member - they didn't like the fact I was different, and they accused my mother of sleeping with members of rival Packs, and I was the resulting bastard. I didn't belong.
But there was no metaphor anymore. I may have felt like a hostage in a rival Pack as a child but now...that's exactly what I was... a hostage, being hel
