*George’s POV*
“It’s a death sentence,” Thomas exclaimed over mind link, making his concern known through the tone of his voice. We were running the borders again, after what happened last night it only seemed fit to double up on our safety protocol.
“He hasn’t earned it,” I retorted, “he was merely born into the position.” Although the wind was rustling through my coat as we ran through the dense forest, the grinding of my teeth was the more prominent sensation. He was my oldest friend but I was done living in his shadow.
“Uh... as far as my knowledge goes... that’s how it works. Alphas sire Alphas, Betas sire Betas... and so on.”
“It’s not fair,” I snapped, “it shouldn’t work that way.”
“Look, if you want to challenge him for leadership, I am in your corner bro,” Thomas reassured me
