♔Tristen (P.O.V)
A cacophony of deafening alarms sings their angry music. Growling at the loud noise that pounds angrily against my headache, I reach my arm out of my cover and turn it off.
“Why do I even turn you on?” I groan.
The alarm going off means it’s roughly seven in the morning. That also means it’s the day that I’m to fight my father. The day that we fight until one of us is dead.
“I don’t want to do this, Remi,” I sigh as I tug the blanket that snuggly rested on my head off my body.
“We have to Tristen. It’s tradition,” Remus states.
A small sigh escapes my lips, he’s right. Over the years of the werewolf hierarchy, it’s been determined that Lycans are the purest and strongest. A pure breed of werewolves.
Eventually, a system was implemented. That system contained a king,
