Warren’s POV.
I did it for the pack because I knew what it felt like to lose a home. I knew what it was like to have no one to protect you. And above all, I knew what it felt like to be an orphan.
I closed my eyes, and like an old wound being torn open once more, memories resurfaced as vividly as if they had happened yesterday.
I never knew my parents. I couldn’t remember their faces. I didn’t even know the sound of their voices. All I knew was that they had died when I was still a child. And from that moment on, I became a stray. A wanderer.
No pack. No home. No family waiting for me at the end of the day. No one.
In the world of wolves, those without a pack were like animals without protection. A lone wolf was prey. Easy to bully, easy to trample on, easy to kill.
There had been co
