~JON~
Hidden away in the craggy outskirts of what was once my territory, I watched the Crimson Snow pack flourish under my son's leadership.
I had sworn to his mother, to the land that they would regret choosing him.
The abomination that he was wouldn't allow him to rule and I was meant to be the only option.
After I killed his twin…there shouldn't have been anyone else to challenge me but that fücker…
My blood boiled at the sight. Ragnar struts about as though he built this pack with his own claws, when it was I who forged it through fear and strength.
They called me the pack's downfall. They whisper that I nearly destroyed everything. Fools. They mistake necessary sacrifice for failure. When I was alpha, I made the hard choices no one else would. If some wolves starved during th
