---POV Fallon---
I groaned and rubbed my face in my hands. “Not now.” I huffed, knowing he could hear me no matter how silent I was. He was a great Lycan and warrior. When he passed the kingdom to me five years ago, I was shocked. I was sure he would hang on a bit longer. However, things change, I guess. My father was one who was unlucky enough to not find his mate. I just happened to be his only son. He was lucky to have me from my mother who passed five years ago. It’s not easy to conceive a child without a mate, so I really was a miracle, I guess. My sister, on the other hand, was adopted and treated like our own. She is my little sister through and through and I will kill anyone that treats her wrong without question.
Around ten years ago, there was a rogue Lycan attack and, unfo
