Duncan
“That was a good fight, Son,” Father said as we sat on the ground against a tree, resting from our sparring. It helped me calm down and look at what happened through different eyes.
No wonder he was the pack’s Beta. He was not only strong and fast, but intelligent as well. He fit perfectly with my mother, who was delicate, yet with enough character to make him fall at her feet.
“It was. Thank you, Father,” I replied, looking up to the sky, the moon brighter than it has been in a while. “I’m scared,” I confessed.
“We all are, Duncan. But we have to take this as it comes and make sure we get through it. Ella will be fine.”
“Will she?”
Kellina’s words hit me like bricks once again; the thought of losing Ella crushed my soul in ways I couldn’t explain. My father patted my sho
