Jake's POV
I still remembered everything as if it were yesterday.
The night Grandpa's Alpha madness first broke out — I'd found him in his room, standing in the center of it, not recognizing any of it. Not the furniture, not the walls, not his own hands.
I had sat on the floor with him for three hours. Talked about old hunts, pack history, the weather during the year he'd first taken the territory. Anything to keep his breathing steady. Until he finally slept. Arm whipped over his head. Like a child. The former Alpha reduced to an innocent.
After that, I'd gone to the corridor outside and put my back against the wall and come apart.
I had been half-kneeling on the floor. The man I was — always calm and composed on the surface had completely broken down — my silent tears spilling from
