Gillean Calum had beaten me to a pulp with the help of his Wolf and Yara walking in the backdoor with Doc was what saved my life. I was in the infirmary for a week and the only people I saw during that week were Yara and the female I saved, my Father and my Brothers didn’t bother with me at all. On the day I was released from the infirmary Yara was there to pick me up, but instead of walking home she started walking in the opposite direction. “Gillean, you are no longer safe here. Calum is out for your blood and I doubt your Father will stop him.” Yara said as she guided me towards the border and when I asked her where Lyssa was her face paled, she told me she hadn’t seen Lyssa since she dropped off something for me the other day. Yara held out an envelop to me and when I pulled the paper out I saw transfer papers, Lyssa had somehow gotten the Alpha to sign my transfer papers to my former Pack. My maternal Grandparents were waiting for me on the other side of our border and after I hugged Yara goodbye I walked into my Grandmother’s arms, crying like a little baby. When we returned to our Pack the Alpha was waiting for us and I wanted and needed to tell them what was happening at White Rock Pack. Alpha Mick asked his Beta and Gamma to be present and I told them everything I had witnessed in the past two years, right to the last time I tried to stop Calum from hurting an innocent female. Alpha Mick made sure everything was recorded, he told me that if the Council or the King ever asked for information on White Rock Pack he would hand it over to them. He pointed out I never saw other Pack-members behave like that and that he couldn’t risk to condemn a Pack if it was only my family that was rotten. I moved in with my Grandparents and I never heard a word from my Father or my Brothers. That was over five years ago, Mace and I have given up hope on ever hearing from our family again and I am not sure how I would react if they did contact me. I finished school at the age of sixteen and started a more intense training regime to become the best Warrior I could be, I wanted to try out for the King’s Army. So far I have been to busy helping our Alpha and his Son with border security, we have had quite a few attacks on our borders in the past three years. If I didn’t know any better I would start to think that someone doesn’t want me to leave the Pack and make a life for my own. Every time I think everything is under control and I start to make preparations to leave for the Academy, another attack takes place. I need to talk to Grandfather about this, he always tells me to trust my instincts and so far they haven’t steered me wrong. Grandma is in the kitchen cooking dinner when I get home and I smile as she tells me to cut the vegetables, “Are you going to tell me what is bothering you or do we wait for your Grandfather?” She asks as I hand her some of the cut vegetables, but I don’t get to answer her because Grandpa just walked through the door and he apparently heard what Grandma asked. Once we are seated at the table I tell my Grandparents what had gone through my mind earlier that day and Grandfather asks me to think back on every attack to see if something pops out, “Fuck, each attack was at a spot we hadn’t changed. It were spots I marked as weak, but I hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Alpha Mick.” I mutter under my breath, I stare at Grandma when she asks if I can think of anyone that would want to stop me from leaving. With a huge smile on my face I say, “The two of you.” She knows I am kidding as I know they would never stop me from pursuing my dream and as a part of the King’s Army I might be able to put a stop to my family or that entire Pack if they are all rotten. I go over everyone in my head that is an important part of my life and I keep coming back to one person over and over again, but it doesn’t make sense to me as he is always the one to push me to my limits. I tell my Grandparents who I suspect, but I have so many reasons to not believe my own thoughts and again I go over everything that has put me on his trail. Grandma agrees with me that he would be the obvious choice, but like me she points out the reasons why he wouldn’t and Grandpa has been quiet the entire time. He has a strange look on his face as he looks at me, “You are one of the few Lycans we have and Alpha Mick will do what he has to do to make sure you stay.” Grandpa says. Grandma asks Grandpa what he is talking about, apparently she doesn’t understand it any more than I do and we both look at Grandpa to start explaining himself. Grandpa tells us that when our Pack was founded more than half of the Pack-members were Lycans and for many years our Pack was living a good and healthy life, until one day the future Alpha rejected his fated Mate for being a Lycan. He didn’t want a Mate that was stronger and faster than him, he didn’t want a Mate that had no trouble talking back at him and especially one that had more respect from the Pack-members than their future Alpha. In the decades after he rejected his Mate, he saw many Lycans leave his territory and it was all because he set the wrong example. His Beta and his Gamma rejected their Mates for the same reasons and it became clear fast that the Pack’s strength was weakening.