Episode 7

Thorien's POV

There has been a nuclear separation of thoughts on matters of the general alphaship, and when I was single handedly made the Alpha, rulling after all the other packs, the dark faces of the werewolves became the blanket that I so tried to tear off my city. My Luna was forced into my hands just to secure a spot ordained by the many eyes of the god of the moon, watching over us.

"Are they calling for wae now? With their eyes wide open, they're putting their hands in a blazing fire."

The rage ready to erupt from me could be smelled from afar. While I sat in the back seat of the car, my mind rolled over to a much distant time, way behind.

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"There's trouble, Thorien."

Glancing at the sweaty Dein beside me, my brow knotted. "What trouble would make you–"

"Your father, the Alpha, has just be brought in sick. He's on a vent right now as we speak."

My legs halted just before getting to my room, then I slowly turned to meet Dein's face plastered with worry. "What happened to him