~ Hadeon POV cont. ~
I couldn’t sleep the night before my birthday, but when it finally came, I sprinted outside to test if I had a wolf or not. As much as I wanted to be this spy and ‘bridge’ between the werewolves and humans, I truly did yearn to be like everyone else in the pack and have my wolf.
My father and I stood in the middle of the forest. He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes when I couldn’t manifest the shift.
“Son,” he said.
“Wait,” I grunted as I strained to push myself to shift. “I think I almost have it.”
He stepped over and held my shoulders. “No, you don’t. I still can’t smell your inner wolf.” He sighed, “I’m sorry.”
I frowned. “I knew this was likely to happen but…” I bit down on my tongue, refusing to cry. I exhaled, “I just hoped that maybe…”
“I know, son
