Alpha King Grey.
My surroundings faded. All that was left was only me and my loud thoughts. My wolf, Gary, was clawing at my brains, begging to take control.
At that moment, I was almost unfeeling. Many emotions were pumping through my veins, numbing my whole body and rendering me immobile.
I looked at my father, that excuse of a wolf, my firey gaze, doing nothing to express the deep hatred in my heart.
So, he was the culprit. He was behind what happened to Hazel twenty years ago, all the pain, all the grief, and all the mourning that I went through when I found Hazel's lifeless body sprawled on the ground; it was all him. He was there, watching with satisfaction as his actions broke me. It was like entertainment to him. It was like calming music, appeasing his twisted heart, watchi
