Alpha Richard’s POV Sitting out on my balcony, I watched as the snow surrounded me, chilling my tumbler of whiskey. I missed my wife so damn much, and no matter how much whiskey I consumed, it never dulled the ache I felt. I'd spoken to Lucian earlier, listening to his ravings on the humans and the students at the academy. I supported his antics, his hatred for the humans, and the plan we had in store for the boys, which would quickly resolve our problem with them permanently. As I went to stand up to walk inside, a sharp pain hit my chest, knocking the breath out of my lungs and bringing me to my knees. “Oh Moon Goddess, NO!” I screamed. I knew the only pain in this world that could hit me like this was the death of a loved one. I felt as the thread linking us together snapped, tearing us apart for eternity. It was my boy, my baby boy! This couldn't be true, it couldn't. But werewolves didn't have heart attacks, we died of old age, in battle, or accidents to the point our wo
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