~GRAY
The crushing reality of the Iron-Howl territory clung to my skin as I stood in the center of my old quarters, my mind kept cycling back to the exact moment I had crossed the pack border lines.
My father, Alpha Varg, had not changed a single bit physically over the last ten years. He still carried the exact same suffocating aura and dominant energy that had terrified me as a fifteen-year-old boy. If anything, his physique looked completely put together, sharper and even better than the last time I had seen him before my exile. He was a mountain of an alpha who hadn't let a single day of the past decade soften his authority.
For the first time since I was born into this family, Varg had actually given me a warm hug.
As a growing kid, I watched Ember receive all the love from him. M
