Hundred and Thirty-Four

Titan was tired. He was physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted. The Golden Truce pack was even more disorganised and crazier than he'd ever dreamed. Clearly, Roman Woodsen had never truly exhibited the rules of a true bonafide leader at all. What he was, was an unapologetic tyrant.

A brutal dictator who would have chosen to remain in power through crooked means had he not been forced out. And the destruction of his reign did nothing to combat the pathetic state of his people. They were battered and bruised from the scourge of incompetence and being trampled upon, oppressed, and defeated for too long.

He and Ryan couldn't do more than what they did anyway.

And now, all he wanted was a hot shower and eight complete uninterrupted hours of sleep to refresh his battered body. He stepped out of the car, and he had just locked it with the key, when Olivia unexpectedly ran into him and hugged him tight, nearly knocking the wind out of him.

"You're home!" she cried.

Titan regained