"Rurik, you exposed yourself to Lucien!" A deep voice growled.
"Yes, Dad," replied the young man in his mid-twenties, "Why am I not allowed to do that? He must know that he was defeatable too. I managed to injure him," he declared proudly.
Adrian walked to his son and slapped him hard. Rurik staggered, and he stopped blinking at his father's reaction. He glared at his father, bringing his hand to his cheek.
"Have you forgotten what he did to us? Do you think he will let you live after what you did last night?" Adrian barked and grabbed his son by the collar. Despite his age, his strength was remarkable. "I told you to wait for the right time to strike him. But you, like a foolish person revealed to him what kind of wolves exist in Eboncrest."
"Alpha, let Rurik go. He's still too young to understand all of this," requested the old lady. She was none other than the caretaker, who looked after Rurik since he was two.
