DAMON~
I stood in front of the giant monument, Long live David Torrence 'The Great Wolf' it read in bold golden letter. Every time I came here and read that title I would close my eyes and hope to God that he'd wake me up from the dream that was my life, now more than ever I wanted to open my eyes and see my father with his unchanging smile staring back at me but alas I was always disappointed whenever I opened my eyes and was meant with the statue of the man I would never measure up to.
"Wish you were here Dad." I mumbled as I stepped back from the statue and walked back to Jermaine and Carlos who stood behind me "He earned the right to be called great."
"You're the young wolf though, the youngest person to ever become an alpha, that ain't no easy feat," Jermaine said.
"He'd be proud if he saw you," Carlos added with a warm smile in an attempt to lift my beaten-up spirit.