Altan:
"Let's go over there," he pointed at the wires that separated the pack from the rogue land, the border.
"I don't think we should go there," I suggested, with my tiny hands being rubbed together constantly.
"Why not? Don't be a coward. It will be fine. Besides, we need to see what is out there," he insisted, and I kept shaking my head, not sure what had gotten into him lately.
"Didn't Father say many times we shouldn't go over the border?" I asked in a hesitant tone. My body would shake every time he would suggest we do something reckless. As a nine-year-old, we should not be crossing borders. But he was so fierce. Everyone knew him as the little fierce prince who would grow up to be the best alpha ever.
