Waylen POV
“You don’t have to be weak if you truly want to master this,” Alpha Dawne said, his tone calm but commanding as he guided me through another grueling training session.
Every day, he pushed me harder, claiming that I was still too inexperienced to lead a pack as powerful as the Bloodline. I couldn’t argue with him-the training here was intense, far beyond anything I had done before.
Yet, a part of me couldn’t help but think that the Bloodline pack was already strong, peaceful, and well-organized. Unlike the Midnight pack, there had never been an attack inside or outside, so why all this rigorous training?
But despite all that, something had been weighing on my mind since the day he announced that I would be his son and the next Alpha.
The questions had been gnawing at me
