(King of Werewolves POV)
I spin around in my desk chair, going through all my options. I cannot wait anymore. I have focused too much of my time trying to find this powerful energy source I have felt, I just prayed was my child, for at least then I would have a piece of my love with me during this time. There is no more time to waste though. I must attack now. My new beta, Jerome, walks into my office, looking around at the destruction I caused last night during one of my fits of Rage. All my memories just won't stop haunting me, I just couldn't take it anymore. They were driving me mad.
"Prepare the men, it is time we attack. No more waiting around." I say confidently, as I stand up and look Jerome straight in the face. He seems more nervous than my old beta, but he's better than nothin
