Macky returned home the next day and did not go near the packhouse. He went to check on the mateless young wolves who had attacked Alex. They had already recovered and the deeper marks, even the ripped pieces of flesh, were almost healed. They were far from the pack, and had come to their senses. Some were very ashamed, for the first time they had lost control like that.
Micky repeats to them what the other mated wolves had already told them.
- It's our nature, the way we were created. You have entered a rut and you cannot control the rut. On top of that, you faced an alpha's rut, it was obvious it was going to be a fight to the death. You are very lucky to be alive.
- But beta, how did you control yourself? I mean, did you control yourself?
- It was the hardest thing I've ever done. I
