The feeble predawn sunlight sneaks through the window walls when I push the soft crimson curtain aside using my knuckle. I affix my gaze to the remote golden sun that’s quite concealed by roughly circular clouds while reflecting on my conversation with my wolf the day before. I’m disdainful in considering my wolf’s suggestion. If I man up and bravely accept what the future holds, I might lose everything - the main alpha rank, my businesses, my pack’s loyalty, my chosen luna and my father’s confidence in me.
‘The pack is considering Stephen to inherit my throne.’
My father’s menacing remark magnifies the tension in my stomach. Stephen isn’t even regarded as a first-in-line alpha unlike me. Nonetheless, he has proven himself in battles and handling the stocks of our pack’s businesses. If
