EIGHTY-FIVE

SLADE

I glared at the man that sired me, and he stared back at me. My father had been my role model for the most part of my life. He’d raised me like a father should raise a son, and I look at him and see a younger version of me. I loved him, and even though I understand he was looking out for me, the thought of what he’d tried to do annoyed me.

I take after him in a lot of things. Many people say we have the same ideas on issues and our leadership have been the smoothest since the inception of Dark Wolf even though I’d been the one to accomplish most of what make Dark Wolf what it is today. He is also a man who believes in love and the mate bond. His relationship with my mom is something I’d wanted and envied for a long time in my life, until it appeared as though the moon goddess hated me.

My father had been a ruthless alpha, and even till now, his no nonsense attitude hasn’t changed a bit, but to my mother, he is the sweetest man. She has all his buttons and knows how to press th