Thirty Six

Damien

in the following hours after father died, tension slowly bubbled to the surface. The cumbersome weight of our father's expectations pressed upon us, mingling with our desires for power. Instead of uniting, discord crept into our interactions, and our shared grief transformed into resentment.

As the eldest, I struggled to maintain the delicate balance, but the rift between us deepened with each passing day. The grudge morphed into something more sinister as threats and accusations were hurled across the pack's territory.

It was at that point I realized we were straying far from our father's teachings, falling into a self-destructive pattern that could spell disaster for our pack. We had lost sight of his final plea, overshadowed by our greed and ambitions.

Threats were carelessly thrown around, and tempers flared as we began to argue about our suitability for the role. The grudge between us grew, and it seemed as if our father's final wish for unity was a distant memory.

But it