Zach was always the best, always coming first in everything, and as usual, I would come second. For as long as we were together, I could only exist in his shadow.
Even after turning eighteen, his allergies kept him away from she-wolves, but that only made them desire him more than me. Despite my father's rule against sleeping with tribe she-wolves we weren't mated to, I found ways to be with she-wolves from other packs or lone ones, many of whom were sex workers.
Zach was seen as the most disciplined, but I was certain in my heart that if it weren't for his allergies, he would have been with more she-wolves than me.
What I can't believe is that even after seven years of his absence and never setting foot here, his name never left the lips of the tribe members until I made it somewhat taboo.
