Draven POV
She was pitifully weak.
I watched her as she shuffled back to the car, carrying at least a dozen bags in each hand. Good, she followed my orders. But from the way she was carrying them, it was as if she would be blown away by a gust of wind at any time.
Wind Borne pack’s Alpha was truly the most useless Alpha I had ever seen. Some of the youngest wolves in my pack would be able to carry everything with no problem, yet a full grown omega couldn’t.
Omegas may not be required to fight in the case of war, but being able to protect themselves was just as important and it also helped ensure a better quality of life for them.
If the omegas in his pack were so weak that they couldn’t even carry a few bags without shaking, then he was truly done for. He just didn’t know it yet.
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