As Waverly trailed behind Sawyer, she took in the splendour of areas of the mansion she had never seen before. He led her across the entry way into a large sitting room, donning a white sectional and coffee table that faced out a glass wall, looking out towards Trinity Mountains. It was the most beautiful view Waverly had ever seen. All along the opposite walls were large paintings of past generation Alpha's.
Waverly stopped in front of one, studying the portrait. It was of a man, who had the same unique eye colour as Sawyer, and who held his same sharp jawline.
“Who's this?"
Sawyer turned and met Waverly at the photo. “My Grandfather," he answered. “He built up the Crimson Shadow's, making us the most represented pack in the state."
Waverly's gaze fell over the painting, taking it
