Richard
Ten years ago, everything changed. That was when I embraced the darkness, when the world gave me one name—“ruthless”—and I made it my creed.
I was born into the Alpha bloodline; my Father was the ruling Alpha, but age and illness had hollowed him out, and his death loomed like a shadow over the pack.
Lying on his sick bed, it was only going to be a matter of days before the Alpha ceremony was held.
There, the new Alpha would be crowned and Father would give his blessings to his successor. The whole pack would swear allegiance to the new Alpha and it would be the dawn of a new era.
Now, if there was one thing I hated about being the son of my Father, it was the fact that I had eight brothers. I wasn’t even the first son; I was the fourth, so I was in no way next to be the Alpha
