**Jake**

I walk down the quiet street, lamp posts flickering eerily in the chilled night. I walk with no purpose other than needing a bit of fresh air.

It feels like the weight of the world sits on my shoulders. I’ve been thrust into power and have already sent the pack spiraling into another war.

It feels like the last one wasn’t so long ago, though it occurred long before I was born. That was an age when two men, practically brothers, warred over territory that ...