NARRATIVE POV
Carter watched as his son limped away from the abandoned warehouse. Matthew’s wolf staggered to continue; they were drained of their strength. He was nothing more than a mere sitting duck at this point. Matthew had no business wandering out in rogue territory with that mark on his chest. It would be rationing his natural-born Beta strength. He should not wear the title of Beta when he held no strength or authority. The more energy Matthew pushed while wearing the cursed mark, the more it robbed the pack’s collective strength. The ranked members could strengthen a pack, but the alternative was that they also took from it in times of need, and Carter could feel that Matthew was taking from it now.
This pack was doomed.
It would be only a matter of time before their enemies
