Back at The Crescent Moon Pack
The air crackled, thick with residual Alpha energy and the stench of shame. The fight between father and son was swift and brutally unfair.
Richard Delorean, the former Alpha, was operating on righteous, desperate anger, determined to reclaim control and save the pack from his son's recklessness. But James attacked, fueled by pure, blinding, venomous rage. The son quickly overpowered the father. Richard, weakened by age, shock, and a lifetime of regret over his poor judgment, went down hard, hitting the dirt with a painful thud.
The victory, small, pathetic, and focused solely on subjugating his own kin only served to fuel James’s already towering delusion and crippling arrogance.
"See that? I am strong!" he boasted, his chest heaving, adrenaline maski
