This only heightened Aakifahlynn's curiosity, but before her mind could run away with all the possible reasons, he said, "It was about three years after my son took the throne to the kingdom." He paused, and Aakifahlynn slowly began devouring her plate.
His eyes weary as he recalled his tale, while Aakifahlynn calculated in her mind and concurred that it was true, he suddenly died of a heart attack. A stroke, then a heart attack, to be exact, as per Jairus's words.
"I overheard a conversation between Jairus and TaISiYa," he pronounced her name with a venomous disdain that was discernible in the air.
And so the story began…
One afternoon, Jarrod, who was no longer the Alpha, yet was so proud of his son but weary at the same time because he was concerned about some of Jairus's sudden choices.
Instantaneously and vigorously wanting more and more. Waging war against any being human or creatures of the night that would not submit to the throne.