ERIK
I didn’t like it here – with here being the Red Blood pack house, or their land in general.
Well, truth be told, it wasn’t like I didn’t like it – what I didn’t like was how being here made me feel.
Any other man would have sold his mother’s bones to feel that way. To feel powerful, to feel that rush of endorphines and adrenaline through the veins, to feel like you’re in the place that was meant for you.
But I didn’t.
Because I could bet Clayton felt that very same way when he came of age – and that was yet another thing that linked me to him, as if the DNA wasn’t enough.
This is your place, my blood, my wolf, sang. Your kingdom. Your land.
No, I hissed. My place is at home, in Germany, with my family and my actual pack, the one I was born into. I’m a Blauer Mond – and no
