Another week later....
Luke POV
My life was always simple. My father and mother providing us with love and the tools we’d need to survive. Showing us that we do not need the modern amenities to get by and I really appreciate my up bringing.
My dad was a great man. My mother would tell us stories of how it would take four to five men to take him down while training. How his strength stunned their then Alpha. So much so, their then Alpha even tried to promote him to Beta.
My father never liked to be worked as a tool. But more like a manual on how too. His wits was stronger then his brute strength and he took great pride in showing his ability to survive. He had this ability to survive without a pack. To be able to hold his sanity and his family together and not turn.
My father on
