Kael
If there was anything I knew about Alphas since I became Alpha Winter's second son, it was their close affinity to their sons.
To an average Alpha, having a son was the best thing they could ever accomplish in our world. To them, having sons meant they were doing something right. Securing the future of their packs, continuing their bloodlines, ensuring their legacies would survive long after they were gone.
Most of the time, fleeting thoughts of my parents would flash through my mind, even though I had no recollection of my childhood. I did hear the healer who had taken care of me after I was rescued from the last fighting ring whisper to my Master that he was sure I had an Alpha heritage.
That, that was the only reason I'd been able to survive the poison.
