Lucian’s POV
'You’re going to make them weak.” The old man hissed as he firmly gripped the back of their mother's hair.
The small picnic their mother had surprised them with, now discovered by the tyrant himself.
“No son of mine will be raised as such.” He stated before throwing her to the ground.
Lucian’s mother raised her sad gaze to her two boys from across the yard where they now huddled by the large oak tree.
“Is that your intent, b***h? To provide me a weak line…” The Alpha growled as he towered over Lucian’s mother before his eyes began to glow.
“Close your eyes Luce…” His brother whispered in Lucian’s ear as they huddled against the tree.
“Take them!” Their father growled.
“Please Isaac….!” His mother's desperate voice rang in his ears. “They're only five, I meant no harm
