The Alpha's Mate

The Mulligan is what we shifters call the shifter prison for this region of the country up in the Pacific Northwest. It's not very big even though it covers so much territory because shifters don't often get sent to prison. Most crimes or offenses against other shifters are handled within the pack. I have to think Rick's murder was particularly heinous to get him sent here. Or maybe he murdered somebody from a different pack. That can get you sent to the Mulligan, depending. Or you can be like me; part of a pack that declared war on a pack in a totally different clan. All the guys like me who were dumb enough to think our alpha, Dax, would be our messiah got sent to the Mulligan when they were caught. That's what we got for attacking a Tremblay and messing with one of our former wolves who turned out to be Micah Tremblay's mate. Except me and my buddy Kyle weren't caught right away. We had to go taking my little sister prisoner first. The thing is, it all made sense to me at the time. I was a true believer. I wanted to live like a "real" shifter and I believed this was how to do it. I was going to start up a new and better pack with my buddy and the only family I had left. Now I look back on that asshole kid I used to be and I wish Xander Tremblay had caught me and killed me. But he didn't. I'm not that lucky. Instead I'm sitting here in a cell with just enough space to drive a wolf out of his mind. There's no place to run and there's no place to hunt. For a wolf like me who was taught that his true self is a wolf, it's pretty much torture. I don't know why Rick thinks it's better to stay shifted in the cell. It drives me out of my goddamn mind. Most of the time, I just sit around staying human. Being a wolf hurts too much. And if I'm honest, it reminds me too much of who I've been for too long and all the mistakes I've made.