Trespassing...

Alaric shook his head. No matter how right the word would feel on his tongue, he could not speak it—never. So he did the next best thing and focused on his half-brother's face. Rage was far better off than the unmentionable word. He welcomed the anger that brewed in his chest as he watched Eutychus's face light up when they locked eyes with Isadora. He looked happy, proud even. It was at this time that Alaric knew he wasn't angry at his father for kicking him out. Nor was he angry at Eutychus for not standing by him back then. It was jealousy. It should have been him; he was supposed to be the next alpha. She was supposed...

"Alpha..." He heard Ceann's worried voice calling his name, and he thanked the Moon Goddess. His thoughts were wandering about. "Pheromones," Ceann added, and Alaric realized his thoughts were not the only things that wandered freely.

"Oh... sorry. We should leave. I can't stand it here," Alaric said, a poor excuse to head back to his pack and pray his head starts