Third Person POV

All that had transpired about nine years ago. Now Iris and her twin brother Ares were already twelve, while my first set of twins Devin and Kevin were big boys of fifteen, learning the art of warfare. They undergo rigorous training and though I protested, Alpha Sylvester would hear nothing of it.

'They have to be strong enough to rule after me', he said. 'I do not want my sons to be weak Alphas. They have to be able to defend and protect their packs!' he said seriously.

'But ...