Landon's POV
My father, the then Alpha, adding to the string of numerous stupid decisions, to me at least, that would follow, fled his own pack to save her life, and that of their baby.
The journey was odious, looking back, I wished I rebelled. If the pack had woken up to the news that the Alpha had run away with an omega, maybe I would have sat in his place, that was a very clear chance. My ultimate opportunity.
But now, I have to fight for what was once mine. And I will fight.
By the time I became conscious, it was like a thousand needles were piercing through my body, many of them very dreadful to lean on whatever side. I could not even decipher what corner of the house I was in, I just knew it was my home, it smelt like it. The alcohol, and ever lingering smell of cigaret
