Chapter 35

Randall did not seem resentful about having to answer.

“I had a common childhood. I grew up, learned to hunt, protected my brothers and sisters. My parents were killed by creatures of the night. Beings without faces who usually invade our properties to take away all the best. They are creatures that feed on despair. He was the alpha. I became the next in the lineage by a twist of fate. This made my brothers hate me deeply. To this day, they hate me, as you must have noticed.”

The leaders of the pack. Of course. It was Randall’s blood family. Only the blood family would be able to equate themselves in power with the alpha. This explained why their oldest seemed so spiteful and grumpy. He must be the most resentful for not having ascended to power in place of his brother. Randall should be the youngest among them, considering the way he explained himself, almost with guilt.

“I noticed, but I didn’t know they were your brothers,” I said in a low tone. Not that I thoug