Askel frowned slightly, pushing aside his thoughts and the unpleasant memories they stirred, he knew there was nothing to understand,
His father had always been selfish and power hungry, suspicious of everything and everyone around him, loving nothing but his throne.
Family, friendships, relationships, everything else came second place or did not have a place at all.
Askel admitted his father had been a good king, a king willing to do anything to ensure the wolf shifters retained their supremacy, regardless of how wrong or how immoral those things were.
Even up to sacrificing his own son, the black markings on Askel's body was prove of the beast Askel had become, the beast his father had made him,
It was prove that served to remind Askel that as long as his father could protect the legitimacy of the royal bloodline, nothing mattered to him...not Askel's happiness, not Askel's needs and certainly not his life.
