RYLAN'S POV
Zain Walton. My cousin, who was the only son of my Uncle. Unlike me, Zain preferred getting acquainted with the throne, and the pack's politics. He thrived in the business world, without breaking a sweat. And even though I hate to say this, he was a genius in pack's politics.
I was pretty good too, but didn't pay attention. I chose to pursue my dream over some crazy family legacy. And I still get threatened by my father.
Albeit, his good attributes aside, he wasn't my favorite. Of all my cousins, Zain saw me as a freaking competition and didn't mind showing it. He was too engrossed in his goals to think about anything else.
My wolf whined as his heavy cologne hung in the air. “Good day Uncle and Aunty,” He'd tried to push back his cockiness, but it found a way to seep i
