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From that being said to him, Mark learned how let things go and forget. But he couldn't forget one person, one person who was still alive, that one person had been the reason of the deaths of many including his own mother.

It was his father.

Mark tried to convince his brother to kill him but he refused, he said that he thinks that his father was going to be a good use in the future. As if he saw the future. It became true.

Now to be able to complete the transition, he needs to kill his father. Jay had lied to many about his father's death as if he had committed suicide, not being able to handle all the killings his father done. Mark's and Jay's father was far from that, he never regretted killing his family even his own mate. He had let his sons to stay alive, to try bringing conflict between them and lastly, kill each other. He thought by making the youngest the king, the eldest will be feeling as if he was left in the dark and soon he'll seek revenge by killing his own brother.

But thats what he thought.

Their father was wrapped by cuffs and ropes made of silver to keep him in place without trying to use his wolf's strength.

Jay entered the cell that his father was kept in and closed the cell's door behind him. His father has his head hung down as a smile played on his lips.

How sickling he has as a father, he thought.

"Ah, my son has came to free his own father? Have you came to finally realize that the things you are doing are wrong?" his father spoke, his voice but still confident.

He lifted his head and stared at his son. He sure did grew up to be a fine, strong man, he thought.

Jay's father thought that his son had finally came to free him, to give his throne back to the rightful ruler but all hope crashed down when jay took the syringe from behind him, filled with silver, and came towards him.

Jay noticed the panic in his father's eyes. He smirked. Its his time to get what he deserved and to rot in hell. He took his father's arm in his hand and bought the syringe closer to his arm.

"Uh-son? Can we settle this in a more mature way? Why keep me..." he trailed of as he noticed the marking on his son's arm, "The hell...!"

"You'll be there soon, no need to get to excited now, father." his son spoke, his voice deeper than he last heard making him flinch.

The glint in his sons eyes made him cower in fear but he belived that he is the strongest werewolf in the werewolves region. His son, was to him, a weakling. He never liked or loved him-who was he kidding, he sisnt like or love both of his sons.

His father suddenly smiled and his eyes looked sincere, "Jay, my son, come on! Dont be like this. Killing me wont do anything. I'm a better man now and am sure we can settle this down-" He noticed the needle of the syringe getting closer and begun to panic, "Damn it! Let me go you worthless piece of shit."

"Ah, and this give your plan away."with that Jay inserted the needle into his arm and pushed the silver into his bloodstream.

Jay's father began to shiver and turned pale as his breathing shallowed. He tried to chains off his arms but with every move he did, he made his death even more faster as the silver that is coated on the cuffs kept on burning his skin and getting into his cells.

"I should have stayed the king and never made you one! I should have made mark the king, he can be easier to manipulate with! But no! I had to choose the smarter one!" his father yelled, not at jay but mostly at himself.

"well am glad you made that decision."Jay said, a smile now playing on his lips." Now rot in hell."

And with that his fathers heart stopped beating, his body sliding of the wall, while the chains pulled on his neck. His skin now silver, plain silver, indicating that that the silver have reached into every cell in his body.

Just as jay was about to move, he felt himself in pain, severe pain, as if he is turning into his wolf once again but much worse.

He fell on the ground unconscious, his wolf protecting him from every kind of danger.