KILLIAN
I was born weak, unlike my strong father. He was praised not only in our pack but in many other packs.
My father was a role model for many.
I would spend my time playing piano because music was my solace from the politics in the pack house.
The throne was never my ambition.
One day, he announced me as his heir and went to fight the enemies. After the tremendous victory, he caught a rare heart disease and died.
I inherited the throne and vowed to protect my pack against every danger.
The problem?
My weak body.
My mother blamed herself for not giving birth to a healthy child. She loved me a lot but her eyes always remained sad.
I started practicing more and more to strengthen my body and make my mother proud of her son.
In the end, I couldn't make my mother proud...because
