Alpha Deucalion P.O.V

　　Madison laid her hand on my shoulder trying to solace me. She knew it was not easy for me to see the son of a wolf who murdered my parents.

　　"I can't stay in this dreadful place anymore," I walked from a small building that was made from straw.

　　Madison and I were sheltering from the heavy rain but it had finally calmed down, which was good. I felt like I was suffocating in the unpleasant, shabby building.

　　A blond and ...