IRENE
I have long heard of the Dark Hollows Pack. Majestic as they were, they were a force to reckon with. In a room of alphas, the Dark Hollow Alpha was considered the King. They were known to be of near relations with Lycans.
Their wolf was different. Every royal fur told different stories and apparently my family told the story of strength and history.
History that has been wiped out by Rogues.
The more I listened, the shorter my breath came. It was as though the air was sucked out of my lungs. His words sparked confirmation deep within my wolf. There was no room for doubts since my wolf bore witness.
My head banged, words failed me. He told the story of my mom; a graceful Queen worthy to be by my father's side. A striking resemblance he called it. But what would I know? I've neve
