WYATT
People always assumed power came from fear.
That was the first mistake they made about me.
Fear was temporary. Fear made people obey because they had no choice.
However, trust made people bleed beside you willingly. Trust made the stay.
I learned that difference far too young.
I was eight years old the first time I saw my father hit my mother. The memory remained painfully clear, no matter how much time passed.
My mother stumbled against the kitchen counter while trying to shield herself from a man twice her size.
“You think you can leave me?” my father snarled. Teivel was his name, so fitting for a demon like him.
He came from the Alpha Clan of the c*****e Pack, and although he wasn’t in the direct lineage, he was bound to be given a high position in their patrol team.
