SEVENTY-FIVE

“Y – Yes?” I stuttered with my mouth falling open. No day went by where Cahir didn’t say something that surprised me.

“Yes, I don’t want kids. I don’t care for them.” His words rang with finality and he stared at me with an indiscernible look in his eyes.

“B – But the – Your seat.” I looked at the large chair in his office. “Who will take over from you?”

“Who knows?” He shrugged, taking a seat with his arms behind his head. “I hate this pack and can’t be bothered to care for their continuity. Alpha Blood is relevant to me as it acts as my tether. That aside, I couldn’t care less if it perished.”

His words shouldn’t have surprised me but they did. It went without saying that someone who hated a pack wouldn’t care if they fell to ruins. Still, it was still hard to reconcile the Cahir everyone knew, the one that would go to war if a single person in Alpha Blood was hurt, with the Cahir I knew who didn’t care about Alpha Blood. I wondered if it was something like possessiveness which he c