Chapter 15. Caught a Glimpse

I found myself surrounded by my pack members, each of whom was looking at me anxiously, waiting for my reaction. The weight of expectations weighed heavily on me, and I couldn't help but feel befuddled. 

Believers, I had so many believers when I didn't believe in myself. What had made them trust me as their Alpha? What had I done to merit my father's place in the pack?

The fact that I was Garrison Ronan's son seemed to be enough for them to accept me as their leader. They claimed to see traces of my father in me, but they also recognized that I had distinct characteristics. 

They recognized my bravery, my undying commitment to protecting the Oak pack, and my dedication to honoring its ancient traditions that had been passed down through generations.

The Oak pack was known for upholding norms and customs. We'd always marched to the beat of our drum, devising our own set of rules to regulate our way of life. These customs were profoundly embedded in o