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I take off my apron when she does, and I grab our jackets.
The dining room is already cleared out so it’s just us workers who make our way over to the town square. It’s only down the path a little, and it looks like the rest of the town beat us out to the party.
It’s kind of weird to see our whole town out here like this.
Everyone’s standing around looking as confused as I feel.
It makes me feel a little better that it’s not just me.
“What’s going on?” I sign to Alina.
She shakes her head. I push onto my toes.
The sun is close to setting. It’s going to be too dark to see anything soon enough.
It’s not like the streetlamps are frequently spaced enough to make a real difference.
Alina touches my arm and points. Over by the Alpha’s house, Apollo is standing on a stage of some sort, a microphone in his hand. His brothers are behind him, his mother at his side.
I glance at Alina, and she starts signing when Apollo starts talking.
The Alpha is dead!
I look around. Everyone is in shock.
Alina nudges me. I look back at her and she signs, “Apollo and his brothers have decided to become joint Alphas, and they will be choosing a Luna.”
I stare at her wide-eyed. She shrugs at me, but her own eyes widen as she stares at the stage.
Apollo’s mother has taken the microphone, and she is looking extremely pleased with herself.
Alina looks like she’s going to throw up.
I rub her back, and then sign to ask, “Are you okay?”
She shakes her head, and signs at me, “Run!”
I blink at her. “What?”
“The Abyss. Go. Now.”
I frown, looking around and finding every pair of eyes in town on me.
Whatever is being said, everyone knows something I don’t.
“What’s happening?” I sign, pleading with her to tell me.
Tears spring to her eyes. “They are going to kill you, Lita. You have to run. Now!”
The crowd starts to part as the sky darkens above.
Apollo and his brothers jump down from the stage, tearing off their clothes.
Alina shakes me, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Run!”
I don’t understand, until I see the lips of everyone in the crowd cheering the same thing, over and over. “Kill the Reject!”
People I serve food to, people I see every day.
