21: Love is a Fickle Thing

ARNOLD

‘How the mighty hath fallen!’

That quote was now permanently bored into my mind’s eye after I’d seen it play out before my very eyes as I grew up. In the instance I’d been opportune to witness, “the mighty” was my ailing father who had grown weaker by the day from my teenage years and it’d shocked me each time I saw him.

My father was one of the most feared and revered Alphas of his time, he was what you'd refer to as a man of valor because of how he conducted himself and always put his pack first. I still considered myself as incredibly lucky to have grown up under the wing of a man who led his pack as brilliantly as he did, because not everyone got such an outstanding mentor from birth like I did.

Growing up, I admired my father’s resilience and strength as he sorted matters of the royal court and the pack in general. Every single time that he’d set out to conquer a territory and merge it with ours, the palace prepared a celebratory feast because we knew that he’d never lo