Lexi C. Foss

“Let them think they’re in charge,” my mother has always said. “Our animals know the truth.”

Females bear the children. That gives us a certain amount of power that no male can take from us. Even if they try to control us in certain ways

I don’t understand the inclination or where it comes from, but I can’t deny the sensation of rightness thrumming through my veins.

I don’t belong here, I realize. I never have.

That’s why my mother always lectured me on when to display my backbone. Other girls didn’t need that lesson, but I did. Because I’ve always been stronger. I’ve always questioned our methods

“Incoming shipment?” I repeat.

“From the Elders,” he clarifies. “Fresh meat.”

“Female?” I ask hopefully.

Tieran wouldn’t waste my time on this unless the fresh meat’s female or someone from our past.

“Female,” he confirms. “That’s what I’ve been told, anyway. A feral little thing, too. She apparently killed her own mother.”