"Why us? I mean, they're a flood of powerful werewolves in this pack and beyond, so why must we be the ones chosen?" Clara asked, a door to a lot of other questions opened.
The Alpha looked at her for a while, and then at Alec. To her he seemed short of words and was thinking of the right answer to her question.
"Well, for you it's quite obvious, you've shown great potential, and it would be utterly stupid not to tap from it, " he explained.
" You want me dead father, " Alec interjected, his voice kept low.
Alpha Steve turned sharply to his son, ready to pounce on him with another argument. He took a step forward, his fist clenched.
"How dare you Alec?" he thundered. "I'm your father and I'd never want you dead!!! "
"Look me in the eye and tell me that I'm the heir to the throne!!
