*George’s POV*
“Mom please, don’t cry,” I tried to comfort her as she dabbed at me already healing cuts, wiping the last traces of blood from my skin. “I’m alright.”
“What if I never see you again?” she sobbed, my father came to stand behind her with a comforting hand placed on her shoulder.
“Lorna, the boy is alive. Our young Alpha was gracious in sparing his life. The Alpha I served under wouldn’t have shown him the same mercy.” He was right, Damian spared my life when he didn’t have to, and I don’t know if I would’ve done the same for him if the situation had been in reverse... and that realization consumed me with shame. What have I become... I needed to leave this pack and everything I knew in order to find myself again... the version I could be proud of.
“I’m always just a phone
