Hope
I never wanted to leave my Pack. I always knew that my place was in the place I had been born, where all my memories, happy and sad, were. I wasn't like other heirs who wished to find their True Mate in another place and leave the Pack they had been born in. I loved my Pack. Even the years when my dad's madness had turned me into a prisoner in my own home didn't change that. When my brother left, I assumed the responsibility of becoming the heir. Even when I decided to go look for my True Mate, the goal was always to return.
It had been hard work, but the Pack had become what I always wished it was. The dark years of my dad's last years of rule were behind us and Doom's reign was barely a memory. We have accomplished what we wanted to do. Relationships with neighboring packs were go
