“Alpha Adrian, I don’t think your daughter will be able to stay here!”
When the soul that had been separated from our bodies returned to us, piercing the chest cavity that protected our hearts and making us feel as if we were about to die, the principal said something that enraged my father.
My father’s blood boiled when he heard those words, and he jumped out of his seat, smacked the desk, and nearly broke it in half. When he looked at that old man, his blue eyes turned red as if he wanted to break his neck and his palms clenched.
There are fears in that old man’s eyes, but the fear of losing the Red-Blood pack’s sole heir outweighs the fear of my father’s rage toward him. For a long time, his pack had been our followers; they had become our allies, and the only God they believe in after the Moon Goddess is the heir of the Red-Blood pack, which will be my father and me in the future.