Defective

MASON's POV (Continued)

My dad’s office was downstairs and we were two floors up. Walking down the hallway and another stairs, then through the kitchen to get to the office had never been as long as it was today. It felt like I walked for more than an hour before I got to his office. My leg was also sore and hurting. It seemed I hurt more than just my hand in the fire but word vomiting to my parents was unfortunately not going to get me justice I seek for a number of reasons.

To begin with, I was the next alpha in line after my father and I was an only child but the possiblity of me being chosen as the next alpha was slimmer than if I had been the first of several children. Ever since my wolf got injured three years ago and I couldn’t shift or communicate with my wolf, several pack members had deemed me defective and incapable of leading.

The council members were divided between those who believe I should get my birthright and others who want him to lead.