His eyes forward didn’t deviate from the off-road trail, his chiseled jaw gripped shut during the ride. He didn’t release any sound of explanation until we arrived.

Was there childcare for abused werewolves?

My nerves did a jitter dance,

Yes, Dad collared me before I was even born. Nevertheless, he made me the one in authority of the collar and myself.

His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

Being a werewolf, an alpha more so, isn't about being aggressive over others but controlling yourself, the wolf's wild virus inside my DNA, and emotions that comes with the beast.