Fenrir
I still recalled that night like dread when I was called upon by Lucian. He had come to my home in the night and I should have been clear on the understanding that only a thief would come in the night.
Lucian was one shady ass person in the pack whom everyone was well aware of and he would always try his best to seem the most important. He had been the Pack's beta for the longest time now and was nearing his last days.
I came down after my servants had informed me of his arrival. He stood there in my living room as he observed a piece of art my son had made. I hung it there.
Lucian noticed me even before I approached.
"This is so beautiful." He noted.
I should have known he was trying to strike a moment where I would be forced to speak about what was happening in my troubled
