TIMOTHY FRANK
My dad kisses me lightly on the forehead which I would have find weird if I wasn’t tired to the bones. I am in the safest part of the forest with him with my head on his thigh. I have no idea how my head got there, what I know and he knows, is that, I need rest… Just for a second.
Unfortunately, Timothy Frank isn’t meant to relax.
The bell rings. The bell that hasn’t been used in so long. The look on my dad's tells me what I need to know. Bad news. And it must involve the alpha or the alpha’s family. The bad thing is, we have three alphas and the alpha’s son. So, we have no idea who it might be.
I wish I knew it was Spicer. I would have rested longer and headed there later. He might be something but he knows how to look out for himself. Selfish and stupid wolves always kn
