Daryl's POV

Watching from the window of my room, I notice the crowd that rushed into the pack house for the festival.

Covered in only a towel on my waist I drag a puff from my lit cigarette, trying to calm my beast always rambling in my head.

Jagao was not like any wolf, since my Mother and I were to be the only lycan shifters here in Waterfall so it was challenging to see a size as his.

For some reason, I got my Lycan wolf at the age of twelve, shifted at thirteen, and with the help of ...