Alpha Axton's POV
"You can never change who you are. Accept it and be happy, dear grandson." My grandmother's words echo. They do every time I stand here, at the edge of the woods leading to my grandma's ritual cave.
Each time I stand here and hear the distant murmur of the Misfits, my heart beats faster than it should. Seeing the torches at the Misfit warriors’ training ground flicker does nothing to ease the uneasiness in me. Yes, I have trained them to defend themselves despite their missing wolves, but with what? Mere human fighting skills.
No ability to shift, no ability to heal, nothing. The fact that my warriors could drop dead at any time if attacked makes me sick to my gut. I have waited for so long to see if even one of them would shift. Then I would entrust everything into hi
