For Her

FELIX

One hour earlier

I sat on the wooden porch and stared at the letter. It was supposed to be from my father—the one I had never met and the one who might have spent all those years living peacefully while knowing about my existence. Oh, sweet irony. I actually had to die to hear from him.

A mix of extreme emotions flooded me. I wasn't sure if I wanted to treat this letter like something precious or tear it apart. I used to imagine the moment I met my father, but as the years went by, I realized that there were two possibilities: he could be either dead or turn out to be the piece of shit who abandoned his child. Of course, there was a slight chance that he wasn't aware of my existence, but I would say that the probability of that happening was rather low.

From the letter, I learned that the one who claimed to be my father was the Crimson Mountain Pack's Alpha, and Alphas didn't just walk around, casually spreading their seed all over their territory and beyond. Well, OK, they d