Zachary’s pov
I drop on my chair and stare at the piece of paper on my table. Picking up a pen, my fingers grip it firmly as I stare at the place I am supposed to write a name on.
My inheritor.
How? How can I name a third person as my successor when I and my forefather struggled day and night to withhold the power and position that comes with the werewolf King title today?
We are purebloods.
How can I just sign this all away to a person who is not my blood?
If Xavier was alive, things would have been different. I would have blindly trusted him with everything after me.
But he is not here.
She murdered him.
Why moon goddess?
Is this my Karma?
Why do you have to give me a fate like this?
You took away the two people most dearest to me. My dewdrop murdered my little Munchkin. And
