Jaxson
In my most powerful form of wolf, I stalk out of the medical room, head hunkered down while my father, in the same, black and gray wolf form, follows behind. I aim to rush down the hall, to do right by my mate and rid this bloodline of such scum, but my father’s leniency only goes so far with me.
He moves in front of my path, head held high and teeth showing, wanting me to submit but even as my Alpha, he cannot penetrate my anger. I raise my head up with his, showing him I do not intend to submit to a ruling based solely on the perpetrator being his second son, and only on the severity of the harm he has caused the future Luna of our royal pack.
You will stand down, son. Or I will force you.
You’re being more disciplined with me than you are with the son that clawed into my mate
