For the last few years, I have been King, and everyday I hope and pray that I am half as good as my father was. I wasn't alone in my struggle, my two best friends, Quinn, my Beta, and Charles, my Gamma, both had a lot to live up to as well. Somehow, I always had this gut feeling that all three of us would do our fathers proud, but my mother, Grace, would probably call that my ego.
I took over as King, without finding my mate and Queen. I have always had this strange feeling like I knew who it was, but she was younger than me. I had to wait till either she figured it out or her birthday came.
I was sitting at my desk in my office, trying to decide whether I would go to the Blue Moon pack. There was someone there I desperately wanted to see. Violet Dean used to come here so much, ever si
