Alpha Blade
Neither was it the guy who watched the morning news, attended the Protestant church every Sunday and gave money to charity every week.
It wasn't that guy, it was me… The old me. It was the guy who everyone feared and for good reasons.
It was Blade Ferguson, the most hated Alpha ever.
I carried a small backpack which had everything I needed and from the window, I left the apartment, leaving Thomas Parker behind and everything he had done and achieved in two years.
As I sat in the bus watching the morning sunrise, I sighed loudly. I was going back home to meet my goddamn brother, after what… Six years?