Asher stood at the edge of the helipad, the distant sound of the blades chopping through the morning air growing louder with every second. He turned back toward his father, Azriel, who was standing just a few feet away. Asher adjusted the straps of his duffle bag and gave his father a small grin.
“Thanks for understanding, Dad,” Asher said. It had been a whirlwind of emotions, but knowing that his father supported him in this decision made all the difference.
Azriel gave his son a firm pat on the back, his smile warm. “Be safe, son,” he said, his voice carrying both the weight of his authority as Alpha and the tenderness of a father. “And make us proud. Kick their arses while you’re at it and send my love to your aunt Kaia.”
Asher chuckled, the tension in his chest easing slightly at th
