Chapter 37- Slade

Father stays by my sick bed for the next hour or so, filling me in on all the shit I’d missed over the past decade. Our pack has lost three elders to old age since I’ve been gone, and one young wolf before his time to an attack by an enemy pack while fighting over a she-wolf. Another brother fell to hunters on the other side of the country while visiting his first grandchild. I missed my own cousin’s return to the sky ceremony all those years ago, which showed a great disrespect to his memory. Wolfe gave his life to help rescue my mate and bring down the rogue responsible for so much pain and death.

I have missed out on the last good years of my grandfather’s life. Wasn’t there to watch the start of the latest few little Ironclaws or see several cousins of mine go from cubs to shifted wolves receiving the moon’s full blessing or finding their mates. I am a terrible brother, grandson, son, cousin, and nephew. I have let so many down and I hardly know where to start to try and make th