NARRATIVE POV
Four Years Later…
“Happy birthday, dear Flynn— happy birthday, to you.” The cheer erupted after they finished singing the birthday song for their four-year-old pup.
Flynn was the eldest and the future Alpha of The Slaughtered Lamb Pack. He was only four, but he carried his father's commanding presence. To see Flynn in Alek's arms, it was clear as day that they were father and son—identical in every way, except for his eyes. Flynn had his mother's sage green eyes.
When Flynn was born, Alek feared the curse on his bloodline might remain in effect. Still, the witches now residing within their pack assured the Alpha pair that there was no curse on their family, only blessings as long as they continued to be a pillar of good and guidance for the lost and abused rogues searchin
