-1 year later-
King George POV
As I make my way to Beatrice, I can’t help but feel the weight of responsibility hanging over me. If things don’t improve for the pack soon, I might have to step in and take control again. It’s not something I want to do, but duty has a way of calling even when you wish it wouldn’t. After leaving the hospital, I take in the crisp snow crunching under my boots as I approach the castle. The cold air feels sharp, but comforting, a reminder of the harsh lands we come from.
Before I even reach the lobby, I hear a familiar voice—a cry so unmistakably commanding for attention, I can’t help but smile. That’s my grandson, alright. The boy’s got the lungs and willpower of a true Gothel. I imagine him growing up just as stubborn and determined as his mother. He’ll su
