The Broken Alpha

I was a cold ruthless killer trained by my father who was just as bad. He had killed my mother and anyone who cared for me just to make sure I would follow in his footsteps. He always told me, "A strong leader does not care for anyone but his pack. He has no weaknesses and no feelings therefor no one can take advantage of him," and that had been the way I was taught as well. My pack had gone to war against the neighbouring pack and they had killed my father. The thing I cared for the most. They left me full of anger and hatred and as Alpha of the Bloody Hawks pack. Now the only thing I care about is my pack. At least thats what I thought.