Hope
We join the hustle and bustle of the banquet. The pack members dance with one another. They are laughing and smiling and having a great time.
‘You wouldn’t think we just killed their Alpha and took over. They all seem rather happy he’s dead,’ I say to Alpha Maximus.
‘Considering how he treated his own son. I can only imagine how he treated his subjects,’ he says.
My father is sitting at one of the dining tables eating. It must have been years since he has had a proper meal. We walk over and join him. Alpha Maximus pours my father and himself a whiskey and passes me a wine. I feel queasy and pass the wine onto the she-wolf beside me. She smiles and nods in thanks.
The pack members cheer for us, and we continue to celebrate. I manage to eat part of my meal but quickly excuse myse
