Alpha Williams

A FEW MONTHS LATER

It was the late hours of the evening. I was sitting at the corner of a dimly lit pub, nursing a glass of whiskey. 

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol. The sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and low conversations, filled the room.

I felt lonelier than ever, now that my dear daughter Issahil, was wedded and back at the werewolf territory but I was happy she was happy. 

The revelation that my dear wife Isabel, had been killed not during childbirth but by her brother Duncan, still made my heart ache. I couldn't help imagining how scared she must have been...