Vintage POV:
It's dawn and time to execute Nar. I haven’t had any sleep since Cleopatra slept in her old room. And I know she did it to piss me off. Being an Alpha is a huge job. Sometimes we have to execute to get our point across. I know Cleopatra may have PTSD, but since she is going to be my Luna, she needs to know how to deal with the good, the bad, and the ugly of being in charge of a pack. I walk downstairs and August, Jazz, and surprisingly Cleo is downstairs waiting by the door. August and Jazz leave first to give Cleopatra and me some time to talk. I grabbed her hand and walked towards the door. But she doesn’t walk, she stays put.
“Vintage you don’t have to do this”, she says with pleading eyes.
“Yeah, Cleopatra, I do this is part of being in charge”, I said with a low growl.
