Çhapter 117 Westwood Alpha and his luna

Alpha King Of Westwood Pack

I stood on my favorite spot in the garden with my two hands folded behind my back as I gaze at the moon lost in thought. Why do I smell so much evil lurking around, I smell death, I smell trouble, I smell betrayal, I've always dreaded this time of the year, I've always lied to myself that maybe in one way or the other this trial will pass us by, but it was all my wishful thinking cause reality will always hit hard.

How I wish we can go back to those times when George and I were best of friend who would do anything to protect each other, best of friends who loved each other like real brothers, we were six best of friends locked in together, George, Sanchez, Dallas, Owen and me, we were so unbreakable back in the days, we were each other's back bone and everything was going so well not until that fateful day when he returned and turned his mind against us, George became a complete different person and distanced himself from us, the other Packs Alphas were su