The silence of his cabin made Lucius reflect ruefully on the disastrous turn his life was taking, and all because he lacked the strength and wisdom his father thought he had. In his mind, he could have died and it wouldn’t have made a single difference to the pack, he was like a doormat alpha to them anyway, a joke, a disposable leader who served his purpose.
But he would be lying if he said the affairs of the pack were what occupied his thoughts, they were but a small thorn in his side, a ‘by the way’ to his major issue which was Laila. The rapid speed at which they were reunited and separated again was like a cruel and sick joke played on him by the universe and the moon. Had it been too much to ask for just one thing to go his way, or was his punishment for the things he didn’t know he
