51 Green Mountain Cabin

~Noah~

We reached the mountainous region with no intention of scaling its summit. The petite cabin nestled at the base belonged to our grandfather, who typically resided there when he and Grandma visited town. Their visits had become infrequent in recent times.

Upon entering the cabin, my father headed towards the liquor stash. Retrieving three glasses, he poured drinks for each of us. Gesturing for us to join him, we eagerly approached. Handing us the glasses, he encouraged a toast, prompting us to clink glasses and take a sip.

"What is this about ?" Sebastian finally asked, and my father sighed.

"I know the two of you hate me because of my choices, but I want to speak to you two today," He said, pulling a high stool and sitting on it. Sebastien and I remained standing.

"While your mother and I were in the North, we made some decisions," he said, looking at me and then at Sebastien.

"There was a time that I was just the Alpha of Mountain and nothing more," he said and sighed.

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