He did not need advice on how to run his group of wolves. And he certainly expected that Simon had a better understanding of this. More than anyone else in the pack.
He bit his lower lip as he observed the figure of us aide. The bleeding nose and the way he cowered.
He was not Alpha yet. He did not have the bond of power that came with being an alpha. But in the very least, as far as this group was concerned, this group of rejected society elements was concerned, he was their alpha.
He was the strongest among them. The one who had the rights to give the orders and have them obey him.
Not only that, his appearance in their lives made sure that they always had a fat check in the hand. That is considering how they lived. People who were at the bottom of the society ladder. The rejected a
