My cheeks were stained a bright red color.
I’d never been this close to the Alpha before. In history books, we were taught that Alphas were more like fathers. An Alpha was everyone’s father, the same way a Luna was everyone’s mother. There were packs where the Alpha interacted with just about everyone in the pack. He wasn’t only a leader, he was also a friend. He helped as much as he could. He made the pack a better place for everyone, and he didn’t think of himself as better. In our area, only two packs were like this, namely Ghost and Bark. But these packs, according to the papers, were disintegrating, and they were plagued with internal wars and suspicions.
They blamed this on the lack of authority of their Alphas.
I didn’t know enough about the matter to comment. All I knew was t
