ALPHA LIAM COLEMAN
I had been waiting in my spot in the forest for what had seemed like hours. I had passed the time thinking about the changes I wanted to make once I was back at Black River. My mind wandered to my father. He was a strict, uncaring alpha. The tears that had been shed when he died were tears of joy and relief. Seeing Sharon weeping after receiving the fake news of my fate made me realise that I didn’t want to be remembered the way he was and that maybe there was still time to make a difference. I had hated that man, yet he had been my only role model. I had only learnt how to lead with fear and a firm hand. I had even had that witch suppress mine and my wolfs ability to recognise a mate or be recognised by one, as he had convinced me that a mate would be only a weakness
