Bab 146: After ritual - Part 4

The first time I killed someone… when was it? Was it when I was ten? Eleven? I don't really remember. But I do remember it being really hard.

Born as the son of the Supreme Alpha, I had to live up to everyone's expectations since the moment I was born. Everyone expected me to grow up to be the strongest, the smartest, and the bravest man of them all. I was never given any toys, only given books and swords. I spent every waking moment striving to be the best, to be someone worthy of everyone's expectations of me.

I woke up earlier than everyone else, worked harder than everyone else, studied harder than everyone else, but still, I fell short of their expectations. My father's expectations.