Chris' POV
"What am I supposed to do? You're their leader, not me! I don't know what's the right call for these people, Dean please, you're their alpha- you're our alpha!" I ran my hand through my hair with frustration.
He just smiled with a slight chuckle at my disheveled hair and scowling face, which only caused my scowl to deepen at him.
It wasn't funny! I'm stressing about this pack and their leader because Dean isn't capable of taking care of them as of right now. At least not until the bullet wound has healed.
"Calm down, you dweeb. If I end up dying from whatever can knock my ass down, you will be the new leader. Got to practice somewhere, right?" He smirked and I glared at him.
"You're laying in a hospital bed after you just got shot, and you're still seeing no seriousness abo
