Chapter 42

Looking at Ashton Martins, Alpha of the Blue River pack, I just can’t picture him losing control. He is the epitome of perfection and control when it comes to doing his job; being Alpha. He shifts into his wolf effortlessly and has years of training that no one in Beacon has endured before.

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t picture you losing control. I can’t imagine you waking up in some weird location covered in the blood of somebody,” I wag my head, not believing him.

He chuckles deeply and then rubs his fingers over his eyes gently. “I can still remember the morning after the night that I shifted for the first time. Just like you, I was afraid and confused; with pieces of memories in my mind.”

“I had blood all over me and was very far from my home. I told my dad and he was really excited; told me that I was finally a man. That I had finally stepped into my destiny. A man while my bones were soaked in fear and trauma,” Ashton continues, his voice strained with hurt.

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