ZADOK

I wore my dress shirt as I prepared to address my people. 

It’s been three years since I returned. I never reached out to my people or attempted to associate with them. 

Today was the end. The end of my string of wickedness to my people and the start of a new dawn in the Blood Hound pack.

For seven days, I let myself mourn like I should have been for the past three years. I let out all the pains locked in my heart and sought for myself like a pin in a haystack. 

Hearing the message from Ithra was the wake-up call I didn’t think I needed....