Chapter 50 - Mikey

The next Alpha of the Black Moon Pack…

I looked at my father who was not looking at me and I was not sure if he was avoiding me or not, but I never said anything.

My grandmother and Elder Katarin stayed for a while before saying their goodbyes.

“Why did you tell her that?” I asked my father as we ate our dinner.

“What?” My father asked as he took a big bite of steak. “The next Alpha of my Pack?” He asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Well, it’s true,” my father said as he took a swig of beer, “You are my son, I am the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, of course, you will be the one next in line.”

“But I didn’t grow up here,” I protest, “I don’t know the people here.”

“That’s why you are getting to know them,” Uncle Jericho replied casually, “And even if you don’t know them, they all know you.”

“Don’t you think it’s unfair?” I asked.

“No,” my father replied.

“You need to start thinking that you’re the next Alpha of this pack so that you can wield them when the war comes,” Uncle Jericho explai