"Are you ready to become the future head of the Blake family?"
Ryan froze, looking from his confidently smiling brother to his grandmother, who was waiting for his answer.
He clenched his fists.
Become the head, establish order and protect the family?
Along with this realization came an understanding of the enormous burden of responsibility.
Ryan grew up without a father, raised only by his mother's strength. He was not trained to become the head of a large family. Everything he thought about as a child was aimed at lightening his mother's burden and helping her.
Lost in his thoughts, he felt a flame burning inside him.
His new bloodline awakened in him the desire for strength and power.
"I..." Ryan began, looking up at his grandmother Eleanor, "part of me longs for this, Grandma. He craves more than you can imagine. But another part of me doubts whether I will be able to become the head you see me as."
