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The drive to the southern mansion took me two hours.

It was a hassle driving to and from. Four hours wasted monthly.

I had at some point asked my mother to move to the main packhouse but she turned me down.

She still has an attachment to that house.

The mansion was originally the old packhouse when my father was the Alpha of a small pack

Later, he conquered the neighbouring packs and together they were named the midnight pack.

My brother and I were born at the Southern Mansion.

I guess my mother still prefers staying there because that is the place she stayed with her husband before he went mad.

After conquering the packs, my father would take with him females as captives and enslave them in the castle he built.

Growing up, I had to watch how my mother remained lonely as her husband was busy fighting battles and indulging in wine and women.

Every morning, her eyes would be puffy from crying throughout the night or staying awake waiting for someone who did not give a fuck about her.