Chester’s POV
I wiped the sweat from my brown in the arid heat of the sun, parched from the run around my pack’s borders. Phoenix Paw had been basically run to the ground when I finally made it back home, a sorry sight for the once proud pack.
My uncle had done little justice to it, letting marked rogues and riffraff run wild while he spent the pack savings on booze and women. All done here Micah, how’s your end?
We prepared the fence and chased away the rest of the rogue’s. Now everyone is heading back to the pack house.
Micah was my new beta, the old one stepping down once he learned of my uncle’s demise. I had eyes on him as well, you could never trust an enemy who claimed they’re retired. Alright, when I get there have the men meet me out front before supper; we need to finalize ro
