Lucian’s POV

Right from the moment I could remember, all I knew in the Silverfang pack was being tossed and kicked around. I was not as strong as any of my father's legitimate children; I was the weakest one among them, the runt, the mistake.

The only place I ever found solace was her grave. A quiet spot in the deep woods where she was buried.

But as if that wasn't enough, one day, that man sat down and thought of what to do with those woods. And all he could think of was profit. He had every tree in there cut down. Then he built it: The Blackwell Terminal....