I walk through the hell that is Crimson Valley, or what I soon intend to turn into a hell. This pack, and it’s Alphas, are what has caused my family decades of pain. I would not usually allow someone else to order me around, but the aura from her wolf was powerful. She held strength in her. But it was when Azaria spoke to me, it was then it had been decided. She would get to dictate on this.

     Azaria was already communicating with my wolf, Miller, without me being aware initially. He only relayed it to me after, telling me the things they had done. The years of attacks...