EZRA
“Father, what if I am not fit to rule this pack?” I asked him, unsure that at sixteen years of age, I would be able to take over.
“Of course I am, Son. Two years is plenty of time to prepare you to rule. I would not put you in this position until you turn eighteen, and by then, you will be more than capable of doing it.” He replied, patting my shoulders with a reassuring smile.
“I will never disappoint you, Father. You have given my mother and I a home and a family, so it is my duty to return that favor. I will rule this pack and make you proud.”
After that talk with my father, I suddenly found myself in the woods, near the pack house. Looking around, I saw my wolf standing in front of me, scenting the air before he collapsed into the ground.
Lifting my gaze to the direction
