Benson Walton's POV:
There was nothing good to say about my days as a leader.
After losing my initial pride and passion, I admitted that the mundane work was a little boring. A wolf that yearned for freedom lived in my heart, but the reality was that I could only sit in front of my desk and deal with official business, fighting with a group of people for profit.
The Shadow Pack was still a united, rich, and powerful pack, but it was not quite the same as I had imagined.
This kind of anxiety grew more and more intense in my boring life. The responsibility of being a leader and the desire for freedom tormented me alternately like ice and lava. After a few years, I felt like I had aged twenty years. I couldn't find any of the vigors of my youth.
Other than that, there was another thing that was tormenting me.
