Chapter 44. Blood Oath

Petyr’s POV

[Blood pack meeting, around a campfire]

“You did keep to your word, I’ll give you that,” he said.

“And now it’s your turn to keep to your end of the deal,” I said.

“Alright alright, you are now officially about to become a member of the blood pack,” he said. “Bring me a knife!” he ordered one of the pack members on standby, who immediately handed him a knife. Then we both stood up on our feet, looking each other dead in the eye.

He slashed his wrist, and then let some of the blood to ooze into a little cup and then he handed me the knife and I slashed my wrist too, let the blood spill into the cup. Then shaking the cup of mingled blood slightly, I took a sip and gave to him, and he did the same.

“Welcome to the Blood pack,” he said with his hands spread out like a king showing forth his vast wealth. What he didn’t know was that I craved the position of Alpha and not just any Alpha. “I want to be the greatest and most feared Alp