AZALEA'S POV
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Mother would have my head if she knew what I had. My gloved finger traces the back of the dagger's blade all the way to the sharp point. After returning to the Storm Blazers pack, which is once again my home, I made a stop at the hospital, demanding the dagger. I know that I shouldn't be obsessing over something that has already happened and can’t be changed, but how could I dismiss the other factors of my father's death?
How could one simple blade become the downfall of one of the most powerful Alpha's?
An Alpha is as great as their pack, and when the pack stands together in the Alpha's name, the leader is unstoppable, and no blade could bring him down.
I lift the blade into the air, letting the sun catch the metal, and it glints with the crimson stains of my father'
