Jace's POV
I was sweating bullets after coming with Dad to monitor the border. I wiped my face with a towel as we returned to the packhouse. Once my father retires, I will take his place on the throne and be in charge of the entire pack. I'm expected to follow in my father's footsteps as the alpha's only son. The weight of high expectations on my shoulders could be equated to a burden in certain ways. My actions are limited and I have to extend leadership even from a young age. However, I never complain since I am aware of how the werewolf's domain operates.
"Jace, you're already 21, you were expected to be the pack leader by now; have you not scented your mate?" I exhaled after hearing the same question from my father a hundred times already today. I felt so pressured.
I was ready to g
