The past…..
"He is too young to handle anything, he can't even decide what he will have for breakfast without having a long thought and you want him to lead the pack." My uncle yelled
His mind filled with anger, his tone harsh as he glared at me, he never wanted them to have a son, he never wanted them to have someone that would handle the pack because it always belonged to him.
My grandma stared at him with anger, she had always been the one who made the decision in the family, it didn't matter how old she was or how powerful anyone was, it all came down to her.
"Luca come further." She stated and I did. "If your pack has been threatened what will you do, but before you answer that, Patrick, tell me what you will do if the pack is having issues and there is a possibility of a mole."
"You have to be kidding me, You have known me all your life, not giving me this power only means you don't trust your son and the values you installed in me."
