Being the son of a duke means having large castles, owning private lands and traveling around the world. If he wanted, Brant could get anything. But no. He despises the fact that his father is a duke. His father barely looks at him or acknowledges his existence. His mother doesn't care for him, rarely giving him a single word of approval. Wherever Brant goes, he walks alone. This summer, Brant is sent away from his boarding school to stay at an estate somewhere far away from people. The place is huge and there are things awake at night. He was told to stay inside but he didn't listen. He wanted to go outside where the stars were bright, and the wind howled. But one single choice can change everything. "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives." - George R.R. Martin. Book #3 of the Blood-arc Series. ---------------------- Don't you worry Your sweet little eyes. The world may hurt you, But please trust me, You will be safe here with me. I will sharpen my claws, And bare my teeth, To give you everything that I am. So don't worry, Open your sweet little eyes And trust me. ------------------- © SpidersandTea 2014