A father never forgot his son

Third Person POV.

Alpha Yazi's wolf paced around the dungeon, restless. His mind was plagued by memories that he’d never forget. His wolf’s eyes shone in the dim darkness of the dungeon.

Memories flashed through his eyes like a reel. He panted hard just as he remembered his last moment with them.

He was in the wood mill with Logan, teaching him how to log wood like a true alpha. His son who was merely fifty years old had panted. Logan had nagged that training him to be the perfect alpha was the worst punishment he had ever known.

Alpha Yazi had laughed at that. He always laughed at Logan’s disproving words about their intense training. But he knew inwardly, that Logan took his teachings to heart, storing them until the day he’d become the pack’s alpha.

He remembered how Anselm would fume at Logan, daring him to give up his birthright as the pack’s alpha so he’d become the alpha.

Alpha Yazi would laugh, watching his children as they bickered. His mate would come out of the cottag