That was the darkest time in Dalton's life and also for the pack, as if black cloud shrouded this place for such a long period of time.
There were a lot of things that Dalton needed to take care of because his father didn't do his duty well, but in spite of that, there were still a lot of members of the pack that was still loyal to his father and thought his brother should be the alpha, simply because they thought the title should be passed down to the first son and Zane had been trained for that.
Yet, Dalton couldn't care less, he wiped them all and silenced them at once.
He was not proud to be the alpha of this pack in that way, but he needed to do that to survive, because his whole life was set for him to survive. That was all he knew.
The memories of those days were so bleak and he only lived because he couldn't die yet but then a request for help came to his desk. It was from the Riverside pack, the pack that belonged to that girl. The little girl named Meera.
