I growled menacingly at him. He sighed and pouted. "Where is she right now?" My mother asked, brushing my curls away from my face. "In our room." I grunted. "You can't lose control like that again, Jon. People might begin to think you're unhinged, they're scared of how strong you really are and where will that leave us? You're already in hot air with the tribunal as it is." My mother said. I contemplated my mother's words. She was right. Over the years, I've slowly come to realize how stronger I was compared to the other wolves, even the royal ones. As I grew older, I also noticed how my father's Alpha commands did not affect me the same way they did to others. I didn't think people noticed, but apparently they did. My wolf was fiercer too, and was every inch my equal. It was all too easy
