CHAPTER 16

Chapter 16: Conservation

POV: Winston

I was driving to the conservation I had bought and paid for and marked as my Territory where the rest of my pack were allowed to grow and wander in absolute safety within the boundaries.

I sighed, partly in relief, partly in nostalgia as I crossed through the boundary marking the beginning of my territory and drove into this grounds I've known since I was a pup.

Generations of Gales had succeeded as alphas of the Blood Moon Pack, one of the most formidable werewolf packs in the west coast region. My father took over from my grandfather and I took over from my father.

My chest throbbed in pain and my hands tightened around the steering wheel, five fingers curling around the wheel and clenching hard.

It hurt. It hurt so bad.

Everything I had to do to survive. Every terrible thing I had to do to make sure I succeeded my father as alpha.

No amount of grace can wash the stain of the blood on my hands and it took me a while but I could finally li