Amareux glowed in his victory over his father; he was so certain that if he kept this up, then he would defend his pack against the enemies that might want to challenge him in the future. As tough as the training was, he knew his father wanted the best for him and his legacy. This pack was their life, and Aragon wouldn't bear it if something happened in his absence because he was soft on his son.
He knew his mother was against it, but there was nothing else to be done except to continue training and become stronger than ever as he grew. He wished his mother could understand the importance of training; his social life was lacking, but what good are friends if you cannot protect them from any danger?
In his little head, he couldn't imagine letting his father's legacy be put to the ground; that would make him a bad heir, and his father had assured him that he was anything but a bad heir. He would become Alpha, and he would rule this pack, as well as protect his people from any rival pack or their worst enemies, the vampires.
He had sworn to himself that no harm would come to the pack, not while he was alive and healthy. He wouldn't go down without a fight. What he couldn't wait for was to go see the prisoner who had held his interest; she had become his companion and friend. It only seemed like yesterday when he stumbled upon her in those caves; that place had become his solace ever since.
He could still remember it like it was just yesterday.
He didn't believe his eyes.
What exactly was happening here? Was he seeing rightly?
Why was a little girl in this cell? She was way too young to have committed a crime.