Ethan's POV：：
I dragged myself out of bed as the sun was already high in the sky. My wolf, Leon, was restless inside me, growling with discontent. He hadn't been the same since Victoria left us. Since I'd lost her.
As I made my way downstairs, the scent of my father hit me before I saw him – that domineering Alpha scent that always made Leon want to either submit or challenge. It was complicated being the son of Lawrence Sterling, Alpha of the Northstream Pack.
"Dad, good morning," I said, trying to sound cheerful despite the hangover pounding in my skull.
"Morning?" My father's voice dripped with disapproval, his wolf energy pressing against mine. "Look at the time, Ethan. What part of this is morning?"
My mother hovered nearby, attending to my father as always. She was a
