Sin’s POV
Brave Heart Pack, 13 years ago
I waited.
It was nearing dawn by the time my father walked into his den. He smelled of cow blood meaning he must have fed the pack today. I was standing behind the curtains so I was pretty well concealed because his den was currently experiencing a power outage so the lights were off and couldn’t be turned on.
I waited for him to plop on the couch like he usually does.
I had expected him to smell my scent in his house but he didn’t seem to notice anything was out of place. I wondered why then I realised that along with the smell of blood he also smelled like alcohol. The alcohol must have been numbing his senses or he had gotten too comfortable and didn't expect anyone to try anything.
Soon he was fast asleep on his couch. It was at this poin
