GERALD JACOBS.
MORE THAN 30 YEARS AGO.
The forest was always my safe space.
Each time I found myself getting more and more overwhelmed and angrier with everything, which was a lot of the times this past few weeks, I would come here to find solace.
Among the towering trees, their branches stretched out like open arms and it was only here that I could truly breathe. It was only here that I didn’t have to be just the Alpha. I didn’t have to be anything. Just exist.
No responsibilities, no Pack duties burdening on my shoulders. Not for the few minutes I’d spend in the forest. I’d known no other life than being an Alpha, it was either that or being the Alpha’s son.
But my father died a year ago, I was twenty when I was reinstated as Alpha of the Blood Hound Pack. I had to give up everything for my duty. I had been told ever since I was a little boy that it was destiny to rule.
Nothing more, nothing else.
And I had done that the past few months, even though nothing could’ve prepared me f
