His father's demise

The Alpha pack had entered into their rooms before the fall of night. It was gloam and dark. Awaiting no debacle in their slumber. Lying alone with hopes of what tomorrow brings, their hearts sang no melodies. Long admirers intertwined their bodies. A few awake laying waste to their guilty pleasures. The halls were empty and the Manor was silent. Faye lay on her bed pondering in her thoughts. She had her mind deterred on the chance she lost to get back at Xander. There have been hurdles along the way, but she had grown to give in to where her loyalties lie—begrudgingly or not, Xander remained the Alpha. They had settled on keeping the word to themselves. Not an end note, but not to stir up mutiny in the ranks. At times like this, they needed to build up trust in fending up their enemies and holding up their walls. Their barriers could be broken physically and mentally by unknown forces. Xander was alone in the living room. The rays of the twilight narrowed on his dull green eyes. He pa