JAX:
The 1880s
The name, wherever it was heard anywhere, brought fear in the hearts of people. The name felt like a wrecking ball was about to raze packs to the ground, tear villages and settlements apart, kill several Alphas at s time.
I was brutal, ruthless and powerful. That was a majestic combination to create a perfect disaster and put fear in the bears of people.
Not only were those three words a trait I possessed, I was stubborn and cold. Calculating and precise, not doing too much when I didn't have to. I was the epitome of wisdom and common sense. Logicality and intelligence.
I was Jax, the Alpha of Blood Moon Pack and the Alpha of all Alphas.
Today, I was seated at the head of a round table, surrounded by Alphas and a few council members from other Packs. The room echoed
