Jason’s POV
I sat at my office, my elbows on the desktop, my fingers buried in my hair. Marcus stood before me, holding his hands in the small of his back. There was a fan of papers in front of me, a mountain of transfer requests.
Pack defects reached a record-level since Dustin began his verbal crusade against me. In addition, protestors were now surrounding both the pack house and the Alpha building. Even if my pack members weren’t leaving, they were still angry with me.
They wanted a change, either a return to tradition or a new Alpha entirely.
This division sewed weakness, and slowly I was starting to worry that my own army wouldn’t fight for me anymore.
I wasn’t a coward. I would fight alone if I had to. But alone on the battlefield against an army, I was sure to lose.
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