Jason Walker wasn’t your typical werewolf. At age ten, he had his first full transformation, beckoning to the moon with his intense howl, brown hairs covering most of his flesh like a forest in autumn, and by age sixteen he already rose to the title of Omega. His physical strength and prowess for strategy could not be rivaled by any one of his peers. There was talk that he had inherited Hector’s l**t for battle, and the power that trailed as its shadow, but Hector knew that some of Jason’s strength was from his mother. She was a force to be reckoned with, and with both of them against you, the gods couldn’t save you, until she died. Her death was the seed that buried in Hector’s heart, nurturing hate for senseless war. Back then, Hector Walker was a name feared and respected by many. He ha
