Our own Ragnarok

Rider

"Berserker?" Veron looks at me from the sides of his eyes disbelieving. "Aren't you the only one who's able to do that?"

"No" I glance away remembering a very dark time in my life while training with my father. "When you're an Alpha you protect everyone, even the ones that you'd least expect"

It was something I wouldn't forget-ever. When we were pups, Jax always knew he'd be the next Alpha, that was the tradition. But it wasn't the same for Beta's and Gamma's. We could either choose to follow in the footsteps of our parents or become fighters or omega's. Either way, we'd have to have a sparring match to determine who would have the title once a different wolf showed interest.

Since Jax would be the new Alpha for our generation, he made it clear that he didn't want anyone else being his Beta, which was fine. Him being my best friend didn't seem like a tall order to ask for. Except maybe to my father I might have underestimated the task. Trainings we're brutal, irrespective of