Axton's POV
"Alpha, I think we should go back now. We've come a long way and haven't even found any herb that can be useful, let alone a healer," Dane suggests tiredly, dragging his feet, his shoulders slumped. I ignore him. He is speaking that way because he's tired, I'm sure. The responsibilities of running a normal Pack are high, let alone a Pack of Misfits, where we all don't have a wolf.
I know I have a lot to do to protect my Pack members from rogue attacks. I'm trying here, but I guess I'm not trying enough. I had gone on a trip for days and come back to meet half of the guards on their sickbeds, attacked by rogues while I was away. Now I have to get herbs, or they die—and that is something I wouldn't forgive myself for if it happens.
"Alpha, are you paying attention at all?" Dan
