Veronica POV
“How bad is it?” Veronica asked, pacing the office floor. Her heels echoed through the wide space while Ezra and Rina when collected the papers of the estimate they’d made.
“You’re about… three hundred grand in debt. Give or take. I’d be shocked if this pack made it through winter without someone starving.” Ezra said, while Brax leaned back on the sofa he’d seated himself in, his arms over the back.
“What?! But I just made a whole speech about rebuilding the houses and—and—” Veronica spluttered, dread settling in the pit of her stomach. This was exactly why she wasn’t Alpha material. She didn’t even know what she was doing.
“I wish we had better news,” Rina said, being kind, but Veronica knew what she must think of her.
“I’m a failure. I’m just not cut out for this.” She
