Jack's POV
The stench of blood and failure filled the air.
It disgusted me.
I stood at the center of the battlefield-turned-makeshift hospital, watching the medics fumble over my injured warriors like children playing pretend. The so-called healers of my pack were useless.
A groan came from my left, one of my best fighters, writhing in pain as a medic hesitated over his broken arm.
"Why aren't you fixing him?" I demanded snarkily
The trembling medic swallowed hard. "Alpha, we… we don't have the supplies. The break is severe. Without proper treatment—"
Enough.
With a snarl, I backhanded him, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"Excuses won't save him!" I bellowed. "If you can't heal my warriors, then what the hell are you good for?"
The anger in my veins was
