Margaret’s first mate was Alpha Draxon, a textbook playboy, alcoholic and a self-entitled brat who got everything he wanted thanks to his status. The only good thing about Draxon was that he was brought up to be respectful to the elderly of Fleet Wood. 

He helped old men and ladies carry things, get a cat down from a tree, those kinds of things. It wasn’t a lot to some, but it was a lot to many. Despite these occasional gestures, every parent who had a pup around Draxon’s age couldn’t ignore the fact that Draxon was not the kind of creature they wanted their own pup to be around with....