For a moment I stared at him, not sure if I heard him correctly.
When he did not add anything or laugh at this bad joke because it sounded like that... like a very, very bad attempt at a joke.
"I'm... I'm sorry, what?"
Darcy's father released a deep breath and our eyes met. The moment they met, I could see the clear defeat in them.
"I want you to become the next leader of my pack."
Okay, this has to be a dream then, because there is no way that he is asking this right now.
Yes, this is a nightmare.
My mind was running a million miles an hour as I tried to wrap my mind around even the idea of what he was offering. As I did not answer him, he decided to continue talking.
"The pack needs clear leaders and who they can put their fate in. I, alone, can not be that. There has to be a cl
