ISAIAH

My father paced back and forth while I sat behind the desk, watching him. He was going on and on about Zira carrying a white werewolf. A werewolf our lineage hasn’t seen for three generations. This was an excellent opportunity to strengthen our pack, but I had other plans.  

“Look, all I’m saying, Son, is this is an opportunity not only for you as an Alpha but for this pack. If I were the Alpha, I would do this in a heartbeat,” my father continued. 

“But you’re not, Father. I am,” I said, keeping my eyes on his. “I gave Alaia my word, and I’m not going back on...