AUTHOR POINT OF VIEW

Aiden was sitting in the garden of the pack house, resting his head on the chair. He hated staying in the Silver Creek Pack already. Staying there had made him feel like a captive, he couldn’t see his people anymore.

He closed his eyes briefly, thinking of ways to escape. Just then Dante approached him after sighting him from afar. He walked up to him not angrily, not forcefully, but calmly. He stepped into Aiden’s line of sight and folded his arms.

“We need to ...