Omega Echoes of Vengeance

Katherine's POV

I've only heard of children suffering from the sins of their parents in movies until it happened to me. I couldn't help but think and wet my pillow every night. It was worse than bad for me. I never ever imagined in my wildest dreams that such a thing could happen to me. 

I woke up that morning with a throbbing headache. I obviously had a hangover. 

I had resolved to take more alcohol than usual, to make me forget my pains, at least. 

My parents were said to have killed the alpha, thus, making everyone around me hate and despise me so much. I can vividly remember that very day. 

The pack soldiers were going from house to house, trying to find the culprits that had killed the alpha. My parents, on the other hand, were nowhere to be found. They searched frantically for them all over the pack and couldn't find them. 

One of them barged into our house that morning,

"Where are those traitors? Where are they?" He barked, 

I watched from where I was hiding, already sighting them from the pinnacle of our house beforehand. I was too scared to go out. 

I thought they were going to have me killed too. They scattered everything in the house as they searched. 

At this point, I began to wonder why my parents would do such an act and decided to leave me to dance to the tune of the music they played. 

I felt a thick hand pull me up. I've been discovered 

"There is a cub here...what do we do to her?" The man that saw me said. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, anger and pain obvious in his eyes. It was as though I was waiting for orders so he could just drive his sword into me and have me silenced for good.

"Don't touch the child. We're taking her to the park house," one of the men said. 

News had already been going round the pack that my parents had killed the alpha. I couldn't contain my tears. What a shame! I continued to wonder what on earth must have prompted them to think of such a sacrilegious act. 

The entire pack came out to watch as I was being taken to the pack house. Everyone was watching, mumbling inaudible things. 

A good number of the angry mob stood at their windows and cursed, throwing things at me. Hot tears flowed down my cheeks. 

What did I do to deserve this? I thought. It was way too much for a twelve-year-old. 

We finally got to the park house. This was my third time in the pack house. The first time, my parents were invited to dinner as well as the second, so they took me with them. My third visit to the house was far from pleasant. 

The man holding me pushed me very hard. I fell down on my stomach, wincing in pain.