Kael POV.
I had just closed my eyes after a day of performing my duties as Alpha when something pulled me into the darkness. It felt like being dragged by an invisible force to a place long buried in my memory. When my vision cleared, I knew this was no ordinary dream. This was my past.
I saw myself, a younger version of me. A skinny boy with a wound on his arm and a frightened look in his eyes. He stood in the middle of the training field, under the scorching sun. Both hands struggled to lift a wooden sword that was too heavy for such a small body.
I walked closer, my steps silent. Standing before the boy was a figure that made my body tense. That's my father. The infamous, cruel Alpha Bloodmoon, with a leather whip in his hand and a cold gaze that knew no mercy.
"Hold the sword prope
