Sam’s POV
As the words came out of my mouth, Zola questioned whether I had lost my mind. I know I sounded crazy. But as I stared at the black wolf lying on my floor. I could not help but see his future, or the lack of it. He would be a dead man if he returned to his pack handicapped. He would either be challenged, no self-respecting Alpha would remain in a pack after being defeated. So he would fight to the death or fight until he was unconscious, and then be banished. He would become a rogue, and then what? Zola said nothing about my thought process. She had her concerns, but she knew I was right. “Have you considered the possibility that he’s a bad Alpha? That he was chased from his pack.” Zola suggested.
“Have you considered the possibility that he’s a good Alpha? That he was
