A Prequel [Book 8] in Her Destiny Series ||| ❝His family was blinded by greed and he lost everything in the crossfire.❞
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Everyone knew his family was a twisted one, they slaughtered packs for power. He was trapped, unable to escape t...
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They say that unexpected friendships last a lifetime.
He had never known the meaning of a friend he could trust until he met Fox. He never knew the meaning of brothers who would always have his back until he met General and Amigo. He never knew the meaning of family until a pack of rogues decided he was their Alpha.
Now, he couldn't imagine living without any of them.
His broken soul has slowly begun mending, he had finally stopped bleeding on people who didn't cut him. They say that time heals all wounds but it is only true for physical wounds, even though a scar may remain as a permanent reminder. Time cannot heal wounds that damaged the soul until the heart learns how to beat again.
And he was slowly learning just how important it was that he was alive. His life had been passing him by when he was younger, and he was just existing, but now?
Right now, he was living.
He darted beneath the underbrush, his swift paws barely disturbing the few leaves that had fallen. He wasn't sure how many seasons had passed and he didn't really care. He had become lost in the beauty of the wilderness and it was here he had found himself.
His true self. Not somebody who was controlled by another. Not a scared little boy who cowered in the darkness of his prison cell. Not a helpless teenager who was forced to kill by his greedy father. Not a broken man who was hunted by his twisted family.
He was Alpha Joel. A man known for his kindness, an Alpha known for his love of justice, a brother known for his heart. Even for strangers, if the proposition was right. But most importantly, nobody knew of his past except for Fox, General, and Amigo. He liked to keep that to himself because he wanted to forget it altogether.
Two black wolves emerged from the blur of wilderness, General on his right and Amigo on his left. For a moment, the three of them matched strides as they ran with their hearts in their throats and their souls soaring far beyond the physical ability of their bodies.
He loved to run with his brothers. It was his favorite activity. General and Amigo would always join him, whether to hunt or to race with him until their limbs quivered. After being confined for so long, he was pushing all his limits to truly experience life. A beautiful tragedy, life was.
Suddenly, someone jumped on his back and he lost his balance. They both tumbled down a slight incline and then he perked his ears towards Amigo, who was wolfishly laughing beside him. General paused a few feet away, panting.
'What was that for?' He asked.
Amigo sneezed and then bright eyes met his, 'I dunno, I wanted to play.'
