(Alpha Andrew's POV):
My expression darkened as my fist clenched at the last memory of wars when I was younger. Many children lost their lives. But that was about twenty-two years ago. The human hunters were searching for our kind.
It was a bloody war, but the werewolves joined forces to ensure no human escaped the mountains alive to testify to what they saw.
"Don't worry. I won't make such mistakes again," I assured Dr. Lance before I pulled his office door open and left.
When I stepped out of the pack's infirmary, the night had fallen.
Thomas straightened his posture and dismissed a young nurse that he was conversing with, and he asked me, "Are you leaving now, Alpha?"
"Yes. Let's go," I replied swiftly before entering my car.
Thomas jumped into the driver's seat and asked, "Where
