Book 2 Chapter 5

King Lucien

"We are here," my mother said. I looked out the window in the backseat of the Limo. I started at my friend's Packhouse, Alpha Stephan, and Steven was a year older than me and the Twin Alphas of the Crescent Moon Pack. We used to hand out all the time when we were younger, but when I became the Werewolf King two years ago, when I was seventeen years old, I was too busy trying to fix what my father tried to destroy.

My name is Lucien King, and I am nineteen years old. I killed my father when I was seventeen and took over as the Alpha King. He was a terrible man who treated anyone of lower rank like trash. He felt because he was the werewolf king, he could do whatever he wanted, and everyone was supposed to kneel at his feet.

He was a terrible father to me, who wanted to turn me into him. He started making me train at the age of eight with the warriors. He said I needed to be strong and become a man. At ten, my father made me kill a Rogue family that ran away from their Pack