Twenty-Five.

(Austin’s POV) 

I was originally a werewolf for a different pack. I was doing really well too; I was born into the Alpha bloodline, and I was supposed to become the next Alpha.

My brother was teaching and mentoring me for when I took over.

“A good leader needs to be able to listen to the advice of his people. Remember a pack can only be as happy as its least happy werewolf.” He would say.

I was motivated too.

I woke up early, did my chores, and then I would go out and master what I had been taught. 

I could feel myself getting stronger with each passing day.

Then, as great as everything was going, everything came crashing down when I was found with blood in my hands and a dead pack mother on my feet, with no explanation to give.

I expected my brother to believe me, but he did lose his mate, and he banished me out of the pack.

I was determined to prove my innocence, so I did my