I walked back into the house to that stale stench of alcohol. My father had been drinking once again. How he was fit for purpose as our pack Beta I had no clue, or why our Alpha tolerated it. He had begun drinking heavily since my mother had passed away, and the amount he drunk only continued to increase over time, along with his anger and resentment toward my sister.
As the years went along, and I grew, I hoped he would grieve for his mate and come to be the man he once was. The care free, loving and fun father. The pack Beta that so many turned to for support. That so many respected. But instead, he seemed to withdraw further and further into himself, and my poor sister never got to experience the father I had witnessed for those first six years of my life. He was as lost to us now as
